Song Shuwan paused, would King Yong's people do anything to her?
After thinking about it, she asked directly.
Pei Huan said calmly: "It's possible, just in case."
Song Shuwan smiled, said nothing, and withdrew the hand that was diagnosing Pei Huan's pulse: "It seems that the recent events of the little princess have had some impact on the prince. In the past, the prince would not have mentioned this matter to me.
"
Pei Huan looked indifferent: "Just mentioned it casually, what is your choice?"
Song Shuwan's eyes dimmed: "If the prince is sure that the person who did it is King Yong, then I have only one answer, stay in the capital."
As soon as these words came out, Pei Huan frowned slightly: "I know that you are hostile to King Yong, but this is not a matter of losing your temper. Once things get out of control..."
"Your Majesty, can't you protect me?"
Song Shuwan interrupted him with just an ordinary question, causing the room to fall into silence.
After a long time, Pei Huan pinched his eyebrows and said: "Let Fei Yuan come back, and you must take her and Baicao with you when you travel."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan knew that the man agreed: "I will take them with me. I also hope that the prince will pay more attention to safety during this period and not get hurt again, otherwise this treatment..."
At this point, Song Shuwan did not say any more, but both she and Pei Huan knew the meaning behind these words.
Not long after, Pei Huan left.
Song Shuwan sent the man to the door, watched him go away, and then returned to the room. Just thinking of what Pei Huan said just now, she had some worries in her heart. What would King Yong do when the emperor returned to Beijing?
That afternoon, Fei Yuan turned around from Pei Huan with a smile on her face: "Prince Concubine, my servant is finally back."
Song Shuwan smiled: "Have you been feeling uncomfortable around the Crown Prince recently?"
"It's not that I feel uncomfortable, it's just that I feel less comfortable around the Crown Prince than around the Crown Princess. The Crown Princess hasn't encountered any trouble recently, right?"
Song Shuwan shook her head, and suddenly remembered the story Mingchen told in Mingyin Tower, so she told it roughly and asked: "Do you know who this story refers to?"
Fei Yuan blinked: "This story should be about Cheng Enyu, the son-in-law of Yong'an Houfu. More than ten years ago, the wife Cheng Enyu married in his hometown came to find her. After a lot of trouble, he lost his life and even his family property.
Yong'an Marquis Mansion took it away."
"Yong'an Marquis Mansion?"
Song Shuwan repeated the four words and asked: "Is Cheng Ming the son of Cheng Enyu's daughter of Marquis Yong'an?"
"right."
After receiving the affirmative answer, Song Shuwan suddenly realized that Cheng Ming jumped out because of a guilty conscience, but why did Zhen Yuan bring her to listen to this story? Is there something wrong with the Yong'an Marquis Mansion? And the little princess, why did she do this?
Appearing in Mingyin Tower?
Various doubts emerged, causing Song Shuwan to fall into silence.
Fei Yuan tilted her head: "The Crown Princess has doubts in her heart? I dare not say that I know everything about the affairs of the capital, but I still know a little."
Song Shuwan came back to her senses: "Who is Marquis Yong'an closer to in the court?"
"Who is Marquis Yongan closer to?"
Fei Yuan scratched his face: "What the Crown Princess wants to ask is who is the same faction as Marquis Yong'an, right? As far as I know, Marquis Yong'an is a royalist through and through. He only stands on the side of the emperor, and no official wants to win over him."
It's impossible for him."
Song Shuwan narrowed her eyes, thinking of Cheng Ming's obedience to the little princess today, a flash of sarcasm quickly flashed through her mind. If Marquis Yong'an was really a royalist, how could Cheng Ming obey the instructions of a little princess?
Just after understanding this, Song Shuwan felt even more strange. What exactly did Zhen Yuan want to tell her? Could it be that the little princess wanted to use the hands of Marquis Yong'an to deal with her?
No, even if the little princess had this idea, Marquis Yong'an would not agree to it. It didn't matter no matter how many plans he made secretly, he had to be on the side of the emperor openly.
After thinking about it, Song Shuwan couldn't figure it out, so she could only suppress all her thoughts.
"Come with me to Mingyin Tower tomorrow."
"yes."
The next day, Song Shuwan took Baicao and Feiyuan to Mingyin Tower. Unfortunately, Mingchen did not tell yesterday's story again, but told a new story, and stepped down in the middle of the story.
Fei Yuan looked away and looked at her: "The story that the Crown Princess told yesterday was told by this storyteller?"
Song Shuwan nodded and asked, "What do you think of the story he told?"
Before Fei Yuan could say anything, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and then the door was pushed open. Zhen Yuan poked his head in and said: "Hey, the Crown Princess is really here. When the shopkeeper told me, I didn't believe it. Crown Princess
Have you heard the story told by Mingchen? How do you feel?"
Zhen Yuan walked into the house as she spoke. Jinque behind her closed the door and gave a soft blessing, then stood to the side.
Song Shuwan smiled slightly and told Baicao: "Get a few bottles of wine for Miss Zhen. I've heard the story I told you tomorrow morning. It's not bad, but it's not as exciting as yesterday."
Zhen Yuan frowned, and when the wine bottle was delivered, he took a big sip in his mouth: "I heard that the emperor will return to Beijing in the next two days, so your eldest son didn't make any arrangements?"
The topic changed quickly, but Song Shuwan was not surprised and said calmly: "How can I, as a backyard woman, know about the prince's arrangements?"
"hehe……"
Zhen Yuan chuckled and shook his head, raising his eyes slightly confused: "The prince's abilities now are much more powerful than when he was intact."
The gongs sounded downstairs, and the sad sounds of operas seemed to sing into people's hearts.
Song Shuwan turned her head and listened for a moment: "It's getting late, I have to go back to the Hou Mansion first. Miss Zhen, please excuse me."
Zhen Yuan nodded: "Prince Princess, please go."
Song Shuwan walked to the door, couldn't help but turned back, and reminded: "Too much alcohol can harm your body, so Miss Zhen would be better off drinking less."
Zhen Yuan smiled: "I understand, Crown Princess."
In the protracted voice, Song Shuwan looked helpless, but she had no choice but to leave Zhen Yuan.
Time passed two days later, and the emperor, who had left the capital for summer vacation, finally returned with his ministers. The leisurely atmosphere in the capital suddenly changed, and the dullness became a little more depressing, which made people feel very irritable.
In the evening, dark clouds passed over the capital, pouring down rain, and the rumble of thunder accompanied by lightning was terrifying.
Song Shuwan was leaning against the window. The medical book in her hand had not been turned over for a long time. The wind brought rain and splashed into the house, and a slight chill came in. It was a very comfortable sweet weather, but she wrinkled her fat head unconsciously.
For some reason, she had felt uneasy since morning. It seemed like something was about to happen, but when she thought about it carefully, she didn't know where it would happen.
"boom!"
The closed door was suddenly pushed open. Song Shuwan quickly turned around and saw An Yi standing at the door covered in blood. Lightning flashed across his face, making him look like an evil ghost.
"The Crown Princess, the Crown Prince is missing."
