On the carriage, Song Shuwan asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, why did you enter the palace this time?"
Pei Huan closed his eyes and said calmly: "The Emperor has something to tell you."
emperor?
Song Shuwan's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, she suddenly felt uneasy: "What the emperor wants to say has nothing to do with the little princess, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the carriage fell into silence, and Pei Huan, who had his eyes closed, also opened his eyes.
At that moment, Song Shuwan had the answer. The emperor asked her to enter the palace this time, and it was really about the little princess. But she didn't know whether the emperor came to question her about letting the little princess copy Buddhist scriptures, or whether he wanted her to treat the little princess.
In the stagnant atmosphere, Pei Huan said: "No matter what the emperor wants, as long as I ask you, you can't explain clearly. If you can't do it, just leave the rest to me."
Song Shuwan tilted her head slightly and responded after a long time: "I understand."
Half an hour later, Song Shuwan followed Pei Huan into the imperial study: "My wife has met the emperor."
"No need to be polite, I am letting you enter the palace this time for Pei Huan's sake. When will Pei Huan's eyes and legs recover? In addition, Pei Huan was poisoned a few days ago. Is it possible to cure the poison?"
Let’s talk about Pei Huan first?
Song Shuwan's eyes narrowed slightly and she said: "Due to the poisoning in the prince's eyes and legs, the recovery time may be delayed. As for the poison, I am currently looking for a way to detoxify it."
The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, and his scrutinizing gaze fell on Song Shuwan: "In other words, there is nothing you can do about Pei Huan's body recently?"
Song Shuwan lowered her eyebrows and said respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty."
The imperial study fell into silence, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn as time passed.
After a long while, the emperor sighed quietly: "Pei Huan's affairs are troublesome, what about the little princess? I heard that you asked the little princess to copy Buddhist scriptures as a way to cure heart disease?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyes and said innocently: "My wife never said that letting the little princess copy Buddhist scriptures can cure heart diseases."
"You don't admit it?"
The emperor asked, his calm tone carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.
With the fierce aura on her body, Song Shuwan maintained a calm look: "I will naturally recognize what I said. For example, I did tell the little princess about copying Buddhist scriptures, but I never mentioned it. Buddhist scriptures can heal the heart.
Damn it, maybe the people below are talking nonsense, so those ridiculous remarks are spread, right? Please give your Majesty a clear warning."
After a moment, the emperor sneered: "If it is as you said, then the people below should be taken care of."
Song Shuwan lowered her head slightly and said nothing.
After a while, the sense of oppression in the imperial study slowly disappeared, and the emperor asked: "Do you have any other opinions about the little princess's heart disease?"
"My wife, I have no other opinion."
Song Shuwan felt very helpless. She had said many times that the little princess's heart disease was born, so why didn't the nobles in the palace admit it?
Moreover, even if someone could cure innate diseases, it would definitely not be her.
Thinking of this, Song Shuwan boldly repeated her heart-wrenching words: "Your Majesty, my wife really has the intention but is powerless."
After she finished speaking for a long time, the emperor asked: "Really, is there nothing you can do?"
Song Shuwan was speechless.
Time passed little by little, and the emperor pinched his eyebrows: "You can't do anything about the little princess's condition. As for Pei Huan's body, you have to work harder. Don't let me down again."
Song Shuwan responded, then stepped aside and listened to the conversation between the emperor and Pei Huan.
Not long after, the two were driven back.
As soon as Song Shuwan pushed her wheelchair out of the royal study, she saw Prince Ning and the Seventh Prince.
The two sides faced each other, and Prince Ning's cold eyes fell on Pei Huan: "If you go out in this circle, the lame will still be lame, and the eyes will still be invisible. It's better not to bother with the waste. This is your life."
Song Shuwan's face darkened instantly: "Prince Ning..."
At this time, Pei Huan suddenly said: "Prince Ning is joking, my life will not end now."
"The good words won't stop now. Let me see how far you, a loser, can go. Otherwise, if you are like this, I will feel alienated even if you kill me."
Having said this, Pei Huan walked past the wheelchair and suddenly stopped: "Oh, by the way, I heard that the imperial concubine previously protected the young lady of the Yue family and sent the young lady of the Yue family to Yuanzhou City. This time
Can people see the past?"
Song Shuwan tightened her fingers instantly. What did Prince Ning mean by mentioning Yue Hong?
Because of concerns, she looked at Prince Ning with more scrutiny: "What does Prince Ning mean by this?"
Prince Ning smiled: "A few days ago, my subordinates brought back a person."
After saying these words, Prince Ning stepped directly into the imperial study room.
Song Shuwan subconsciously wanted to follow, but she quickly realized and stopped where she was without moving.
From behind, the seventh prince greeted him politely and followed him into the imperial study.
Pei Huan said: "Let's go. It's better not to stay in front of the imperial study room for too long."
After coming back to her senses, Song Shu responded wanly and pushed her wheelchair out of the palace.
On the way back to Houfu, the carriage was completely silent.
Suddenly, Pei Huan spoke up: "Just listen to what Prince Ning has to say. Don't take it to heart. If you do, it will make things more complicated."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and looked sideways: "The prince wants to say, did Prince Ning say that on purpose?"
Pei Huan smiled and said another sentence: "I will find Yue Hong for you."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan fell silent. After that, the two of them did not speak, and returned to the Hou Mansion quietly. Unexpectedly, as soon as they got off the carriage, they saw the housekeeper of the Hou Mansion waiting in front of the door.
"I have met the crown prince and the crown prince's concubine."
Song Shuwan looked at him and frowned slightly: "Why are you standing here?"
The butler had a smile on his face: "If you return to the imperial concubine, I will wait here at the command of the Marquis. Please go to the Qingzhu Courtyard for a trip."
When Song Shuwan heard this, she knew what was going on at the Qingzhu Courtyard. She sighed secretly and asked, "Is the Crown Prince going to the Qingzhu Courtyard?"
"Not going."
Pei Huan uttered two words coldly, signaling Song Shuwan to push the wheelchair and leave.
The next moment, the housekeeper stood in front of the wheelchair: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this is the order of the Marquis. You two should be considerate and considerate of me, let..."
"Get away!"
Pei Huan shouted, successfully scaring away the butler.
Song Shuwan seized the opportunity and quickly brought Pei Huan back to Qingfeng Courtyard. She thought she would be at peace here. However, not long after, there was a noise outside Qingfeng Courtyard, and a group of people rushed into the courtyard. The leader was Hou.
Grandpa.
"Pei Huan, Song Shuwan, you two, come out to me!"
In the house, Song Shuwan listened to the shouting outside, a flash of disgust flashed in her eyes, once or twice, were these people finished?
Fei Yuan jumped in from the window, waved his fist and said, "Prince Concubine, do you want your servant to throw them out?"
Song Shuwan stood up and said, "What are you throwing away? Lord Marquis is here. Juniors should treat each other with courtesy. Let's go and see what our Lord Marquis wants to do again."
