Back at the Hou Mansion, Song Shuwan opened the box. In addition to several account books, there were two letters inside.
"Your Majesty, this account book and letter..."
Pei Huan said calmly: "It is related to the Song family's case, but don't have high hopes. Even if it is related, the involvement will not be too big."
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes. She already knew about the account book from Fei Yuan, so she didn't have high hopes, but the letter in the box...
"The prince's eyes and legs, if nothing unexpected happens, will surely recover soon. I hope that the prince's case of the Song family can also be solved as soon as possible."
Pei Huan nodded: "Don't worry, since I promised you, I will definitely do it. Do you want to see this letter and the account book?"
Song Shuwan's gaze fell, and after some hesitation, she rejected Pei Huan's proposal: "I don't think these account books and letters will be of much use, so I'd better leave them to the prince."
Song Shuwan wanted to watch it, but she also knew that her heart might not be at peace, so it was better not to watch it.
"By the way, has the Crown Prince made any arrangements for the jade pendant from the Divine Doctor Valley?"
Speaking of the Valley of Divine Doctors, Pei Huan's tone was a bit solemn: "I have sent people to find the people from the Valley of Divine Doctors, but the people from the Valley of Divine Doctors have always been elusive, and I am afraid they will not be found in the short term."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and tightened her hands hanging by her legs slightly: "I understand, I'm sorry for bothering you."
"It's just a matter of duty."
Song Shuwan twitched the corners of her lips, turned around and was about to leave. Then she suddenly remembered Bai Ri Zhenyuan's post and mentioned it to Pei Huan.
"She invited you to go to Mingyin Tower to meet the new storyteller?" Pei Huan's tone was a little strange after hearing what she said.
"It's not really about seeing the storyteller, I'm probably just going over there to sit and sit."
Pei Huan nodded lightly: "You can go if you want, but you have to keep a low profile. You and Zhen Yuan are not ordinary people now."
Song Shuwan was silent. The two of them were indeed not ordinary people. After all, not everyone could be called upon by the little princess to target them personally.
At dawn the next day, Song Shuwan arrived at Mingyin Building. The clerk immediately came up to greet her when he saw her, and after a while, he guided her up to the second floor.
"Miss Zhen is in this private room."
"Thank you."
Song Shuwan thanked her, pushed open the door of the private room, and looked intently, she saw Zhen Yuan holding a wine bottle with one hand and pouring wine into his mouth, her brows unconsciously tightened.
"Miss Zhen, drinking like this is not good for your health."
Zhen Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and a bit of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Is it bad for your health? But I have always been drinking like this, but the Crown Princess, by the way, doesn't drink at all?"
Song Shuwan waved off the waiter who was leading the way, walked to the opposite side of Zhen Yuan and sat down: "It's not that I don't drink alcohol, I just drink less."
As she said that, she took the wine bottle in Zhen Yuan's hand and poured herself a glass. After taking a sip, she smiled and said, "The wine in Mingyinlou is quite good."
Zhen Yuan frowned and held his cheek with one hand: "Of course it's good. If not, I wouldn't come here."
Song Shuwan was curious: "Does Miss Zhen come here often? Drinking, or listening to books?"
Zhen Yuan's eyes were confused: "All of them, anyway, I will come here if I am unhappy."
Just as she was talking, there were two light knocks on the door. Song Shuwan looked over. Before she could speak, Zhen Yuan let the person who knocked outside come in.
"The waiter is here to deliver the food. Does the Crown Princess have anything she likes? I just ordered it and asked the waiter to deliver it as well."
Song Shuwan smiled and said that Zhen Yuan was doing well: "That's enough."
Zhen Yuan clicked his tongue: "I invited the Crown Princess to come here just to be happy. The Crown Princess cannot be too polite."
Song Shu neatly straightened her sleeves: "I'm not too polite to Miss Zhen."
During the chat, Zhen Yuan suddenly shouted: "Jinque, are you outside?"
After a brief silence, Jinque poked her head out of the door and said, "I'm here, miss. What are your orders?"
"Open the door. Let me think about it. That beauty is probably coming."
Hearing this, Jinque immediately opened the door.
Almost at the same time, exclamations came from below: "Is that the storyteller from the south? He is indeed good-looking, but I don't know who is better looking than him or the eldest son of the Wen family."
"Of course it goes without saying that the eldest son of the Wen family is good-looking, but the appearance of this storyteller is not much inferior."
Song Shuwan's eyes turned slightly, and her curious gaze fell on the first floor. Mingyin Tower was mainly for various opera performances, so a stage was set up on the first floor. At this time, a young man wearing a white robe walked up to the stage, holding a Xingmu Yi in his hand.
The photo attracted everyone's attention.
"Yesterday, it was said that the young lady of the Song family seemed to have fallen in love with the scholar named Qi. She specially ordered the maid next to her to send a message to the scholar named Qi. The scholar said that it was a good marriage and went there very happily.
Go to an appointment..."
The young man's voice was very clear, and with just a few words, the Mingyin Building fell into silence.
Song Shuwan held her cheek with one hand. At first she was not used to it because of the words about the young lady of the Song family, but as the boy's story continued, she unconsciously became fascinated.
The boy said that Miss Song did not like Scholar Qi. She expressed her love for every scholar she met in order to cast a wide net and want a husband who was the top scholar. Scholar Qi did not look back after high school. Miss Song was unwilling to give up and entered the university.
Beijing News Officer...
At this time, the young man suddenly patted the Xingmu in his hand and said, "If you want to hear what happened next time, let's listen to the breakdown next time!"
The silence in Mingyin Tower disappeared instantly, and was replaced by curious inquiries.
"Sir, can Miss Song really get what she wants?"
"Miss Song is too calculating. She has expressed her affection for so many scholars."
"Oh my God, would anyone really do that?"
"Sir, can you tell the following story now? We are really curious."
The young man smiled slightly, with a bit of arrogance in his beautiful eyebrows: "Are you curious? Come back tomorrow, there will be a twist in my story."
With that said, he patted his sleeves and turned to leave.
At this moment, a piece of silver flew out from the private room on the second floor. The young man turned his head and caught the silver, his eyes suddenly became a little sharper.
Song Shuwan didn't pay attention at first, but the young man's eyes fell directly on the private room where she was, and she realized something was wrong, and subconsciously turned her head: "That silver..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw the smile on Zhen Yuan's lips and understood that it was Zhen Yuan who had thrown the money just now.
"I wonder what the distinguished guest upstairs is doing with this ingot of silver? I'm not from Mingyin Tower, so I don't accept rewards." The young man held the silver in his hand with a hint of dissatisfaction on his brows.
Zhen Yuan walked to the door carrying a wine bottle: "I am happy to hear the story you told, so I want to reward you. It has nothing to do with who you are. Do you know how to drink? Come up and have a few drinks with me."
The young man's face suddenly sank. At this moment, someone next to him recognized Zhen Yuan: "Not Miss Zhen from the General's Mansion!"
"Miss Zhen? Is she the Miss Zhen who assassinated the little princess? Oh my god, how did she get out if she wasn't in prison?"
