"Your Majesty, with so many refugees traveling all the way, it's impossible for there to be no movement at all. There must be something fishy among them, and we must investigate thoroughly!"
"Exactly, this matter must be investigated thoroughly. If he is not from Luming County, then there must be other plots on this refugee. Now that envoys from various countries are in the capital, we cannot tolerate the plot behind it!"
In the court hall, all the officials spoke one word each, but the words they said made the emperor more and more angry. Each of them could speak, but none of them was useful.
Seeing that the emperor at the top was speechless, the officials' voices lowered little by little until they finally disappeared.
The emperor said coldly: "Enough has been said? In that case, who is willing to investigate this matter?"
The hall suddenly fell into silence, and even the atmosphere seemed a little more stagnant.
The emperor sneered: "Why, everyone speaks so loudly, but when it comes to business, there is no movement. Where is the Minister of Dali Temple?"
Duan Cheng, the minister of Dali Temple, felt his eyebrows twitching. He sighed secretly and took a step forward: "If you return to the emperor, I will be here."
"I'll leave this matter to you to investigate and retreat from the court!"
The emperor waved his sleeves and left, and all the officials saluted and then retreated from the main hall.
Soon, what happened in the court was spread in the capital. At that time, Song Shuwan was watching Pei Huan drink the medicine, frowning slightly as she listened to the secret agent's report.
"Why did the emperor hand over this matter to Dali Temple?"
Pei Huan put down the bowl and asked: "Why can't it be given to Dali Temple?"
Song Shuwan held her cheek with one hand: "You can tell at a glance that there are some high-status people behind this matter. Can Dali Temple now control the people behind it?"
Pei Huan smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "It is true that Dali Temple today cannot suppress the person behind it, but it will be different with another person."
Song Shuwan subconsciously asked: "Who?"
"King Nanming."
Song Shuwan was stunned. The King of Nanming was hundreds of miles away, so it was logically impossible for him to come to the capital to take care of the refugees.
etc!
Song Shuwan suddenly remembered the body that was carried to the entrance of Cunshan Hall when someone was making trouble in Cunshan Hall. If she remembered correctly, the body seemed to be that of Prince Nanming.
Thinking of this, Song Shuwan looked at Pei Huan in surprise: "Is the previous death of the Crown Prince of Nanming related to the refugees this time?"
Pei Huan was not surprised that Song Shuwan could guess this and nodded lightly: "Yes, I learned from Mr. Qi that Prince Nanming came to Beijing before them, but..."
He paused, and the coldness in his eyes became even worse: "The premise of this matter is that King Nanming will never let the person behind the scenes go."
So that’s it.
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and covered up all the changes in her thoughts with her lowered eyes: "Your Majesty, remember to take medicine these days. I'll go back first."
After she finished speaking, Pei Huan left without stopping. When she left, he immediately called An San.
"Send someone to keep an eye on that group of refugees. If anyone does anything strange, report them immediately."
"yes!"
An San bowed and left.
On the other side, Song Shuwan returned to the room, looking at Baicao and An Yi beside her, an idea suddenly came to her mind.
"Baicao, Anichi."
Baicao stepped forward without hesitation: "What do you want the Crown Princess to do?"
An Yi took a step behind. Although he said nothing, the searching in his eyes was very obvious.
Song Shuwan knocked on the table: "How much do you know about the death of Prince Nanming?"
Baicao and An looked at each other, with a bit of confusion in their eyes. The Crown Princess suddenly asked why the Crown Prince of Nanming died.
At this time, An Yi suddenly realized: "Prince Concubine, are those new refugees from the capital related to the death of Prince Nanming?"
Song Shuwan was not surprised that An Yi could react quickly. Although he was not with Pei Huan now, many things might have been foreshadowed before.
"Yes, King Nanming has decided to intervene in this matter for the sake of his crown prince."
An Yi was silent for a long time, then rubbed his brows: "My subordinates don't actually know much about Prince Nanming. I only know that this man had a good nature. Prince Nanming died before he arrived in the capital. As for the body... the Crown Prince also
I know how it was discovered, but I don’t know the specific details. I only know that the murderer has not been found in Dali Temple yet.”
The murderer has not yet been found.
Song Shuwan frowned. As the prince of Nanming, it was impossible for Dali Temple to neglect him. In other words, the people behind the scenes were very difficult to deal with.
"An Yi, do you have anyone who can use it?"
An Yi was slightly startled: "What kind of information does the Crown Princess want my subordinates to go to find out?"
Song Shuwan nodded: "I want you to keep an eye on Duan Cheng, the minister of Dali Temple. In addition, let's see if anyone is keeping an eye on that group of refugees. I always feel that this investigation will not go smoothly and that group of refugees may be in danger.
"
After a while, he thought: "Prince Princess, please rest assured. I will send someone there right now."
After An Yi left, Song Shuwan's eyes fell on Baicao, who immediately said: "Please give me the imperial concubine's orders."
"Go and stare at... King Yong."
When the word King Yong came out, surprise flashed across Baicao's face: "Why is the Crown Princess staring at King Yong?"
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes. She didn't know how to explain it, but inexplicably, she felt that the possibility of King Yong being involved was very high, but she was also afraid that it was because the Song family's case had affected her, so she needed someone to keep an eye on her.
With.
Baicao is stable and has the ability to protect herself, making her a very suitable person.
"Just keep an eye on it. Remember to put your own safety first, and leave immediately if you encounter something that cannot be solved."
Baicao was slightly startled. Although she was very confused, she did not bother to ask. After bowing, she withdrew.
The room fell into silence, and Song Shuwan sat alone. After a while, she took out the box containing the message that she had bought from Hongfang before. When she was about to open it, there was a sudden noise from outside.
"Pei Huan, come out here, come out here!"
It was Mrs. Hou's voice.
Song Shuwan paused slightly, glanced at the box, quickly put it away and walked out. Almost at the same time, Mrs. Hou's voice rose a little higher.
"You must have done it. No one in the Hou Mansion dares to touch my step-son except you."
Song Shuwan paused slightly. It turned out that Mrs. Hou was here to find a place for Pei Ji. The problem was that even if Pei Ji was so vicious that she couldn't stand it anymore, Pei Huan would not be bored enough to torment a loser.
Thinking about this, Song Shuwan walked over and soon saw Mrs. Hou and her group. Pei Huan was sitting in a wheelchair. He was very indifferent to Mrs. Hou's accusations, as if he was not the one being blamed, but he was just an outsider.
At this time, a maid behind Mrs. Hou saw her and immediately reminded her in a low voice.
When Mrs. Hou heard this, she immediately pointed her finger at Song Shuwan: "What are you doing here?"
Song Shuwan glanced at Pei Huan and saw that he had no reaction, and smiled slightly: "My daughter-in-law heard the noise in the house and came out to take a look. I just heard that you came here for the second young master. I wonder what happened to the second young master? Is he still okay now?
good?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Hou's expression suddenly turned ferocious: "You still dare to ask? It's all you who caused my stepson's accident. Pei Huan, you must give an explanation today!"
