Several people in the hall fell into silence. This really meant that Cao Cao had arrived.
Pei Huan said: "Invite him in."
Soon, Jing Ming entered the hall: "I have met the prince, the prince, and the prince's concubine."
King Nanming nodded sternly and asked, "What brings you here?"
Jing Ming smiled slightly and directly explained the purpose of his visit: "I am here because of the death of the prince. Can the prince change our place to chat?"
King Nanming's face was a little ugly, and he subconsciously looked at Pei Huan aside, but he quickly reacted and said in a calm tone: "There are no outsiders here. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Song Shuwan's eyes moved slightly. Is King Nanming showing his favor to Pei Huan?
When most people in the capital thought that Pei Huan was a waste and not worth mentioning, King Nanming, a foreigner from the capital, treated Pei Huan like this, which made the people in the capital even more cold-hearted.
Jing Ming was also a little surprised. He put away his thoughts and smiled: "Your Majesty doesn't mind, and I naturally don't mind either."
Having said this, Jing Ming paused for a moment: "The prince's death may have something to do with the woman."
As soon as these words came out, King Nanming stood up immediately and scolded: "That's nonsense. My son is the most upright, and he has never even spoken to a woman. How could his death be related to a woman?"
Jing Ming knew that this was unconvincing, so he simply took out a hairpin from his arms: "This is taken from the prince..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Shuwan interrupted him: "Master Jing, at that time the prince's body was used by a group of people as an excuse to slander me. According to the behavior of those people, it was impossible for the prince to have anything left on his body. This hairpin
, are you sure it’s from the crown prince?”
After saying these words, the expressions of King Nanming and Jingming changed at the same time. The former was angry, while the latter was unhappy.
"The Crown Princess thinks that the subordinate officials will deceive the prince?"
Song Shuwan said calmly: "Master Jing is joking. I just raised a reasonable question. What do you think, Your Majesty?"
She changed the topic to King Nanming, which immediately silenced Jingming.
King Nanming was not happy that Jingming mentioned that his son's death was related to women, so he immediately followed up and said: "What Concubine Pei said makes sense, and if I remember correctly, the imperial army is not responsible for investigating the case, right?"
?”
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, and Song Shuwan, who had caused this scene, slightly twitched her lips and quickly minimized her presence.
Jing Ming smiled: "According to the rules, the imperial army does not intervene in the investigation, but the place where the prince died is too strange, so the emperor specially..."
King Nanming raised his hand: "I don't want to hear anything special from the emperor. One of the reasons why I came here this time is about the locust plague, and the other is about the death of my son. Instead of talking nonsense here, why don't you think about it,
How can we resolve these two matters before I leave the capital? You Jingming has this ability. No matter what your imperial army intervenes in, I have no objection to it."
After he finished speaking, he paused and continued: "Of course, if you don't have the ability, you should stop hanging around in front of me, otherwise... I will suspect that the death of my child is related to the Forbidden Army."
There was silence all around. Song Shuwan was looking at King Nanming without saying a word at this time. Her eyes were full of shock. Looking at the entire capital, there was no death of the crown prince of Nanming that was related to the imperial army. Why did King Nanming
Do you have such thoughts?
As time passed, Jing Ming put down the hairpin in his hand and stood up as if nothing had happened: "Your Majesty, I have thought too much. I have something to deal with today, so I won't bother you here anymore. I'll take my leave."
After saying that, Jing Ming turned and left.
King Nanming glanced at the hairpin on the table and snorted coldly: "Prince Pei, what do you think of what Jing Ming just said?"
Pei Huan just took the tea cup from An San, smiled slightly when he heard this, and slowly took a sip of tea before speaking: "You can believe what Mr. Jing said, but you can't believe it entirely. Regarding the death of the prince, I think the prince should also have some thoughts in his heart.
It’s counting points, right?”
King Nanming snorted again and crossed his arms, his expression a bit sinister. After a while, he left without even saying hello.
Song Shuwan rubbed her fingers. She was obviously sitting in the hall, so why couldn't she understand the conversation between Pei Huan and King Nanming?
"But what don't you understand?"
At this time, Pei Huan spoke to bring Song Shuwan back from her thoughts.
She came back to her senses and said calmly: "I was wondering, how long have the Crown Prince and King Nanming been in contact? One month, two months? Or...have they been in contact all the time?"
After the last few words fell, Pei Huan laughed: "As expected of my Crown Princess, you can see the key at a glance. However, I have indeed been in contact with King Nanming for a long time."
"Because of the death of Prince Nanming?"
"Yes and no."
Pei Huan gave an ambiguous answer and then kept silent.
Song Shuwan asked twice, and when she was sure she couldn't get the answer, she gave up, and her clear eyes fell on the hairpin on the table.
The hairpin specially sent by Jing Ming must have some clues hidden in it, right?
Thinking about it, Song Shuwan picked up the hairpin, rubbed it with her fingertips, and suddenly found two small recessed words: "Listen, listen to the piano?"
She recognized and read out the words on the hairpin, and her expression suddenly changed: "Your Majesty, this hairpin..."
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly, his empty eyes falling on the ground: "What's wrong with the hairpin?"
Song Shuwan hesitated for a moment, but still told the girl from Hehuan Tower: "Previously, Mr. Xing said that the death of Prince Nanming's son was related to women, but this hairpin..."
"Something strange happened."
Pei Huan took up the conversation calmly, put the tea cup in his hand on the table, and continued: "Although it is strange, the words on it can be regarded as a clue."
Song Shuwan frowned. This could indeed be regarded as a clue. But when Jing Ming held this hairpin, would he have noticed the words on it?
"This clue is so obvious, Master Jing may have been to Hehuan Tower a long time ago."
With that said, she put the hairpin back on the table: "I still have some things to deal with, so I won't stay here."
With that said, she stood up and left.
Pei Huan lowered his eyes and said nothing. Suddenly a dark figure appeared, kneeling on the ground respectfully: "Your Majesty, tonight the First Grade Building..."
He whispered something, and Pei Huan paused slightly: "Are you sure it's tonight, Yipinlou?"
"yes."
Pei Huan groaned, motioned for An San to come forward, and gave some instructions in a low voice.
On the other side, Song Shuwan returned to the room alone, looked at the silence in the room, and took out the box that had never been opened before.
What clues could this box sent by Hongfang have to do with the Song family case to give her?
In other words, can she find evidence?
With this idea in mind, Song Shuwan opened the box.
"Madam? Madam, please stop. My heir apparent is resting and doesn't see anyone."
"Go away! Can you block my wife's way?"
Mrs. Hou pushed aside the maid who was blocking her way and pushed open the door of the room: "Song Shuwan, come out!"
