Outside the palace, the palace carriage was parked.
"Prince Princess, how are you?"
Song Shuwan opened her eyes and looked at Baicao's worried face close at hand. Just as she was about to speak, she spat out another mouthful of blood.
The smell of blood spread in the carriage, and Pei Huan frowned: "What's going on with you? Why do you keep vomiting blood?"
Song Shuwan slowly wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, but what she said was another matter: "That Zhen Yuan is the prince's person, right? And among the people who caused trouble at the palace banquet tonight, are they also arranged by the prince?"
This short sentence made the atmosphere in the carriage extremely tense.
Baicao lowered her eyebrows and stepped aside to minimize her presence.
Pei Huan smiled: "When did you discover it?"
Song Shuwan clenched her fingers: "The Crown Prince said that the palace banquet is a second chance, so how could he not make arrangements?"
There are many ways to stimulate the little princess' heart disease, but that Zhen Yuan...
Thinking of that crisp and neat woman in black, Song Shuwan unconsciously fell silent. Why did such a person act a bit crazy?
Gathering away her thoughts, she continued: "It's just that the prince made these arrangements to put me on the weak side, right? To make everyone sympathize with me? But I don't think it's necessary. Anyone who thinks there's something wrong with me will do it no matter what the arrangement is.
If you think there is something wrong with me or that there is nothing wrong with me, you won’t follow others’ opinions in the first place.”
Pei Huan pointed out in a sharp tone: "But the fact is that everyone only follows what others say. The arrangement tonight is not clever, but as long as one person feels sorry for you, it will not be in vain. Besides..."
The man paused and asked in a calm tone: "Don't you deal with the problem of vomiting blood? If you continue to vomit, you will die before you reach the palace."
Song Shuwan pressed an acupuncture point and said calmly: "It can't be treated, so I specially used the golden needles I brought with me to seal the acupuncture point. Now there are no gold needles, so I can only wait until I return to the Houfu to deal with it, cough cough cough..."
She coughed violently and leaned back: "It doesn't matter, it will be fine soon."
The carriage fell into silence. I don't know how long it had passed before the coachman's reminder came in: "The prince, the prince's concubine, has arrived at the palace."
Pei Huan said: "Baicao, take your master back to the room."
"yes!"
Song Shuwan opened her eyes, glanced quickly across Pei Huan's face, and walked away with the help of Baicao.
The night wind blew by, and a dark figure appeared next to the carriage: "Your Majesty, the arrangements have been made."
Pei Huan nodded slightly: "Keep a close eye, don't let anything go wrong."
On the other side, Song Shuwan returned to the room and took out the gold needle. It was already an hour later when everything was settled.
"Prince Princess, are you really okay?"
Fei Yuan ran over with an injury and looked at Song Shuwan worriedly, her face almost wrinkled, and the princess's face turned pale.
"What can happen to me?"
Song Shuwan asked with a smile and pointed at her shoulder: "You'd better take good care of your injury. An Yi can walk around now, so your shoulder still needs some care."
Fei Yuan shook his head: "Prince Concubine, my slave's injury is not a big deal."
Just as he was talking, Baicao came in with medicine: "Prince Princess, the medicine is ready."
Song Shuwan took the drink and said: "I won't be leaving the Hou Mansion in the near future. If anything happens outside the Hou Mansion, you and Song Ren can discuss and deal with it. If you really can't handle it, come and find me again."
Baicao nodded with a displeased expression: "I know this."
Song Shuwan stared at her for a moment, laughed a little, and said knowingly: "Oh, why do you look so bitter and hateful? Who in the house bullied you?"
Baicao was silent, with a hint of helplessness in his expression: "How many people can bully me in this house? I just feel that..."
Before she finished speaking, the door suddenly opened. When Baicao and Feiyuan saw the people coming in, they stepped back to both sides: "I've met the Crown Prince."
Pei Huan nodded slightly and waved away everyone in the room: "The palace will send an imperial doctor tomorrow. I don't know why you want to hurt yourself, but now that you have started, don't show any traces."
Song Shuwan understood what he meant and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I won't reveal any traces, but those remarks made by Your Majesty tonight will not be easy to deal with in front of the Emperor, right?"
Others didn't know that she could heal Pei Huan's eyes and legs, so they could fool her no matter what. But the emperor was different. He knew her importance to Pei Huan and would not be concealed by Pei Huan's deliberately indifferent appearance.
Pei Huan asked back: "How did you know that the emperor didn't interfere in what happened at the palace banquet tonight?"
Song Shuwan was stunned: "What does the prince mean by this?"
Pei Huan leaned forward slightly, with a hint of indifference in his tone: "Some people stretch their hands too long and touch things they shouldn't, so naturally they have to clean them up."
Song Shuwan's eyes widened slightly: "What do you mean? Tonight's palace banquet...is there anything else?"
"You will know in two days. You just need to take good care of yourself and wait for the results to come out."
Song Shuwan stared at Pei Huan, and her fingertips instantly dug into the tender flesh of her palm. She said that tonight's palace banquet was inexplicable, and everything went extremely weird. It turned out that there was someone behind the arrangement, and he was the most noble emperor in the Zhou Dynasty.
The God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
What would happen if Zhen Yuan kept covering up tonight and allowed the palace banquet to go back? In other words, if she didn't do anything to herself tonight, what would happen to the palace banquet?
"Your Majesty, I have a question."
Pei Huan raised his eyebrows slightly: "You want to ask what arrangements I would have made if you hadn't done anything to me tonight, right?"
Song Shuwan took a deep breath: "Not bad."
Pei Huan uttered two words neatly: "Zhen Yuan."
He said it simply, but Song Shuwan's back felt cold when she heard it: "Do you want Zhen Yuan to kill me?"
"Won't die."
Just three words made Song Shu smile angrily: "A good sentence will never die, Your Majesty, the reason why I went to the palace banquet is because I trust you, but in the end, you trust me like this?"
Pei Huan said calmly: "You have to wash away the slander against you by the people in the capital, and I have to deal with some people who are in the dark. This is a win-win situation. Why are you angry?"
The room fell into silence, and Song Shuwan sneered: "Yes, it's a win-win situation, but how much benefit does the crown prince's win-win situation bring to me?"
"I'll make it up to you."
"Get out!"
Song Shuwan smashed the tea cup in her hand, but after Pei Huan left, the anger on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a calmness that was close to indifference.
After a long while, she sneered. The so-called win-win situation was just a gimmick. Pei Huan used her as a raft, so let's see who can get his wish in the end.
But that Zhen Yuan at the palace banquet...
Song Shuwan narrowed her eyes. Zhen Yuan messed up Pei Huan's arrangements. She didn't know what the purpose was. But it was certain that Zhen Yuan had no ill intentions towards her and they could make friends with her.
The next day, more than a dozen imperial doctors entered the Hou Mansion, but were stopped outside Qingfeng Courtyard.
"The prince said that my prince's concubine does not need medical treatment."
