As night fell, a carriage stopped in front of the General's Mansion. The housekeeper who had received the news earlier quickly approached and asked in a low voice: "Are they the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess in the carriage?"
The next moment, the door opened and a wooden board was placed on the ground. Song Shuwan pushed the wheelchair and stepped out of the carriage: "It's us. How is General Zhen doing now?"
Seeing the two of them, the housekeeper showed a bit of relief on his face: "The general is lying down. The stick hit him hard and the wound is difficult to treat. Even the doctor who came here found it difficult."
Song Shuwan nodded: "I know, take the prince and me to take a look first."
"Okay, please."
The housekeeper turned sideways and led the two of them toward the mansion. Soon Song Shuwan saw General Zhen Rongzhen, a tall middle-aged man. Although he was a martial artist, his temperament was very elegant.
He is more like a scholar than a military commander.
Zhen Rong looked at the two of them and couldn't help but sigh: "Your Majesty is coming here now. If anyone sees you, it will be bad for your reputation."
Pei Huan put a hand on his knee and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I don't care about the so-called reputation, but General Zhen, I am the one who dragged you down this time."
Zhen Rong waved her hand: "What's the matter? It's rare for the prince to come to me for anything, so I have to be careful. However, after this incident, the emperor may be suspicious of the General's Mansion."
"There is me."
Pei Huan's words were simple and clear, but he was inexplicably convinced, as if everything was safe as soon as he spoke.
At that time, Song Shuwan also heard clues from the conversation between the two. The beating of General Zhen might have something to do with her. It was because she wrote back to the Duke's Office, so did she need another thing to suppress her remarks?
Thinking of this, Song Shuwan couldn't help but tighten her fingers: "Your Majesty, let me treat General Zhen's wounds."
The expression on Zhen Rong's face suddenly changed: "Treat the wound? No, no, the general's palace has hired a doctor. My injury is not a problem and does not need to be treated by the Crown Princess."
Song Shuwan frowned slightly: "But..."
After thinking about it, she pressed her words again. Zhen Rong was a general after all, so considering her identity, she naturally wanted to avoid suspicion. In this case, she would just prescribe a prescription.
"I'll diagnose the general's pulse and prescribe a prescription, and then he'll take my prescription to recuperate. How about that?"
When Zhen Rong heard this, she immediately agreed: "That's very good, that's very good."
Song Shuwan was a little dumbfounded, but she didn't say much. After checking her pulse, she prescribed a prescription. After that, Pei Huan wanted to discuss something with Zhen Rong, so she found an excuse and left the room.
The moonlight was like water, reflecting on the stairs. Song Shuwan walked slowly in the courtyard, and a gust of wind blew by, bringing a bit of coolness.
At this moment, a maid came over and said, "Dare, dare I ask if she is the eldest concubine of the Hou Mansion?"
Song Shuwan tilted her head slightly, hiding the confusion in her eyes, and nodded: "Yes, I am the eldest concubine of the Hou Mansion. Are you looking for me for something?"
The maid clasped her hands together, with a bit of hesitation on her face, but soon, the hesitation on her face turned into determination.
"My name is Jinque, and I am the person who has been serving the young lady. I heard from the young lady that the Crown Princess had a way to save her, so the young lady went to the Marquis Mansion."
Song Shuwan nodded: "Yes, she did go to the Hou Mansion for this reason, but she is in the prison right now. If you come here because of her wounds, I can only say I'm sorry, I can't enter the prison.
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Jinque shook her head, bit her lip and said, "This slave did not seek the crown prince's concubine just to hurt the young lady."
"Oh? Then what are you doing for?"
Song Shuwan was quite curious. If she wasn't hurt, she couldn't be asking her to save someone, right?
Jinque didn't say anything, but took out a gourd-shaped jade pendant from his arms: "The lady said that the person who owns this jade pendant can also save..."
Before Jin Que could finish her words, Song Shuwan snatched the jade pendant. After carefully identifying it, she looked up at Jin Que, with a hint of urgency in her tone: "Where did you get this jade pendant?"
Song Shuwan did not expect that when Pei Huan and Hongfang both investigated the jade pendant to no avail, the second gourd-shaped jade pendant would appear in front of her eyes.
All kinds of thoughts flashed through her mind, and Song Shuwan, who was in a state of excitement, unconsciously took two steps forward.
Jinque was a little dazed, but still told the origin of the jade pendant: "This jade pendant was given to the slave by the young lady. The young lady said that if the imperial concubine cannot deal with her wound, the slave should give the jade pendant to the general and let the general go find it."
The owner of the jade pendant."
Song Shuwan immediately understood the key: "So, the general knows who the owner of this jade pendant is?"
Jinque pursed her lips and nodded slowly: "Yes, the general knows who the owner of the jade pendant is."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan could hardly maintain her composure, but soon she suppressed her emotions and said calmly: "First you gave me this jade pendant, and then you told me that the general knew about the owner of this jade pendant. You
What’s the purpose?”
"This slave wants the Crown Princess to prove the young lady's innocence."
When Jinque said this, she knelt down on the ground and raised her head, her eyes full of pleading: "The Crown Princess is a medical student, so she must be interested in the owner behind this jade pendant. All the information about the use of this jade pendant by this slave."
In exchange for this condition with the Crown Princess, you must be willing, Crown Princess."
Song Shuwan didn't speak, but her fingers holding the jade pendant tightened unconsciously: "Why do you think that I will agree to your terms just because of a jade pendant?"
Jinque lowered her head, switched her clasped hands back and forth, and closed her eyes tightly: "I'm not sure whether the imperial concubine will agree, but the young lady told me that she once plotted against the imperial concubine, and she was in such a situation.
If the Crown Princess can still save her, you must have a very, very good heart."
Song Shuwan: "..."
Co-author, Zhen Yuan also knew that the way he tormented the little princess at the palace banquet was a plot against her. She thought Zhen Yuan was born crazy, so she didn't care about anything.
As time passed, the night wind blew gently, blowing Song Shuwan's clothes and hair, but the wind that had been cool before now only made her feel depressed.
At this moment, the sound of rolling wooden wheels came. Song Shuwan turned around and saw An San pushing Pei Huan towards him. She knew that the man could not see yet, but she subconsciously took two steps in the direction of Pei Huan.
"Is the prince finished talking to General Zhen?"
Pei Huan nodded: "The conversation is over, who are you talking to?"
Song Shuwan glanced at Jinque: "The maid next to Miss Zhen, Jinque, gave me a jade pendant."
Song Shuwan specially emphasized the word "jade pendant" at the end of the sentence.
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly and understood the key point almost instantly: "There is something wrong with the jade pendant."
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes: "Yes, the jade pendant Jinque gave me is exactly the same as the one Taoer gave me before."
