As soon as Song Shuwan walked in, a waiter came to guide her. After just a cup of tea, she saw Zhen Yuan, looked her up and down, and said with a smile: "Miss Zhen looks good lately, and she looks much more energetic."
Zhen Yuan was holding his cheek with one hand, holding a wine bottle in his hand. Hearing this, he arched his eyebrows and said, "People feel good when happy events happen. I feel very comfortable recently, so I am naturally in good spirits."
Song Shuwan thought about what the boy said yesterday about being taken back to the General's Mansion by her tomorrow morning, and the corner of her mouth twitched uncontrollably: "I heard that Miss Zhen brought the storyteller back to the General's Mansion?"
"Yes, in addition to being a good storyteller, he also looks good, so I naturally want to take him back." Zhen Yuan said confidently, after finishing his words, he took a sip of wine.
Song Shuwan sat down: "General Zhen didn't say anything?"
"What can he say? He just brought a man back. By the way, I heard that the Crown Princess has been recuperating at the house during this period. Why, was she seriously injured by the little princess?"
Song Shuwan sighed and took the wine bottle from Zhen Yuan's hand: "I almost died."
When these words came out, Zhen Yuan clicked his tongue: "The little princess was so cruel, so Pei Huan didn't say anything?"
Song Shuwan tilted her head: "Do you want me to remain silent?"
Zhen Yuan paused, a bit of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Pei Huan really said that?"
"Compared with the little princess, there is still some gap between me and her." Song Shuwan laughed at herself and watched Zhen Yuan snatch the wine bottle away from her hand without paying attention.
At this moment, the waiter opened the door of the private room and came in: "Prince Princess, Miss Zhen, what do you two want to eat today?"
Zhen Yuan casually ordered a few dishes and then waved them away: "I invited you here today to listen to the opera. Let's not talk about the spoilers. Come, let's eat first. The theater troupe will be here soon..."
With a "bang" sound, the door of the private room was kicked open, and a man stood outside the door with a sullen expression. He was dressed in white, with picturesque features and elegant gestures. He was obviously the most famous person in Beijing.
The prosperous Wen Yixiu.
Song Shuwan was stunned: "Mr. Wen?"
She shouted and subconsciously looked at Zhen Yuan across from her, only to see the latter turning his head at some point. His eyes seemed to have discovered a treasure, staring at the wine bottle in his hand.
Are Wen Yixiu and Zhen Yuan familiar?
Questions flashed through Song Shuwan's mind, and she saw Wen Yixiu outside the door entering the private room: "I've seen the Crown Princess. There are no private rooms in Mingyin Tower today. Wen wants to disturb me here. I wonder if the Crown Princess is willing?"
Song Shuwan: "..."
She just saw that there weren't many guests in Mingyin Building, so why were there no private rooms? What's more, if there were no private rooms, she shouldn't come here, right?
All kinds of thoughts quickly turned around, and Song Shuwan twitched the corners of her lips: "If Miss Zhen is willing, I'll have no problem."
It was obviously just a normal three words, but when it came out of Wen Yixiu's mouth, it had an indescribable meaning.
Zhen Yuan sneered: "My legs are on you. If you want to stay here, how can I drive you away?"
Wen Yixiu smiled: "Then Wen is going to bother you."
With that said, he sat down on Zhen Yuan's right side.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Shuwan always felt that after Wen Yixiu sat down, the atmosphere in the private room was not right. Zhen Yuan lowered his head and remained silent, focusing only on drinking, while Wen Yixiu...
Song Shuwan glanced at the tea cup that he kept in his hand, and felt an inexplicable sense of urgency to leave. Maybe she shouldn't stay here. Just when the atmosphere became more and more tense, the appearance of the waiter broke the solemnity here.
"All the dishes ordered by everyone have been served, and the troupe will be on stage in just one stick of incense."
Zhen Yuan said "hmm" and threw away the empty wine bottle: "This little wine is not enough for me to drink. Give me a jar."
The waiter was a little surprised, but didn't say anything. He turned around and brought two wine jars.
Song Shuwan looked at the wine jar, then at Zhen Yuan and Wen Yixiu, thought over and over again, and decided to avoid it. Unexpectedly, before she could get up, Zhen Yuan grabbed her wrist.
"Prince Princess, I won't come back until you're drunk today, come here and do it!"
Song Shuwan coughed lightly: "Miss Zhen, my injury is not healed yet, so I can't drink for the time being. Why don't you let Mr. Wen have a few drinks with you?"
Zhen Yuan glanced at Wen Yixiu and said disdainfully: "For someone who can drink three glasses of wine, it's better not to embarrass him."
Wen Yixiu smiled lightly, as if he didn't hear the disdain in Zhen Yuan's words. He picked up the wine jar and poured a glass: "Although the wine is good, being too drunk is harmful to the body. I will drink with you for a few drinks and then stop."
"snort!"
Zhen Yuan ignored him and continued to drink his own wine.
Not long after, the troupe came on stage. Song Shuwan glanced at the two of them. She really didn't understand their relationship, so she simply focused her eyes on the stage.
Gradually, Song Shuwan's attention was drawn, and suddenly there was a "bang" sound. She subconsciously turned her head and saw Zhen Yuan waiting for Wen Yixiu angrily, and the smile that had been hanging on the latter's face also disappeared.
Zhen Yuan gritted his teeth: "Wen Yixiu, I don't care what you want to do? Don't come in front of me and disgust me, get out!"
Wen Yixiu looked helpless: "What can I do? That's all. If you don't calm down now, it's useless no matter how much I talk to you. I'm going back first."
After saying that, he turned his head and said, "My dearest concubine, I take my leave."
Song Shuwan smiled, and after watching Wen Yixiu leave, her eyes fell on Zhen Yuan.
Zhen Yuan rubbed his eyebrows: "There's nothing to say, it's just what happened in the past."
The smile on Song Shuwan's lips deepened: "The opera was sung well today. It's almost over. Will there be any troupe after that?"
She acted as if nothing had happened, which made the smile on Zhen Yuan's face deepen a lot.
"Of course there is a troupe, but we have to wait for half an hour. How about drinking?"
Song Shuwan was helpless: "Miss Zhen forgot, my injuries haven't healed yet."
Zhen Yuan slapped his forehead: "Yes, look at my memory. I won't let you drink. Just drink some tea."
After that, Song Shuwan and Zhen Yuan sat until noon before leaving.
When she returned to the Hou Mansion, she was stopped by An Yi: "Prince Concubine, Your Majesty, please come over."
"Got it."
Song Shuwan responded with a calm expression, and then went to see Pei Huan.
The man did not say anything, but pointed to a letter on the table and motioned for Song Shuwan to read it.
After a moment, Song Shuwan raised her eyes, the expression on her face became very cold. The letter was written by An San. It said that a man named Mingshan confessed that he was the driving force behind the Song family case a few years ago and was hiding in the Song family.
He personally hid the salt in order to completely destroy the Song family.
"Who is Mingshan?"
Pei Huan said: "Mingshan was once the steward of the Song Dynasty."
"The housekeeper of Song Mansion is not called Mingshan, his name is..."
Song Shuwan suddenly paused mid-sentence, and her solemn eyes fell on Pei Huan's face: "Another person who changed his name. Where is Mingshan now?"
"Still outside the capital, what do you think about what this letter says about him hiding Shiobiki with his own hands?"