At night, Song Shuwan tossed and turned due to the heat and couldn't sleep, so she went to sit in the yard.
Fei Yuan jumped off the roof: "Prince Princess, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"
Song Shuwan raised her head, and the stars in the sky were twinkling, bright and bright. At some point, a gust of wind blew, bringing a bit of coolness.
She tightened her clothes and whispered, "Feiyuan, do you think I'm free?"
Fei Yuan was a little stunned, but still replied seriously: "Compared to other ladies and ladies in the capital, the Crown Princess should be free."
The wind blew Song Shuwan's hair, and she turned her head slightly, with a clear look in her eyes: "Because I can travel at will, right?"
"Yes, other ladies and ladies in the capital don't go out easily. They have rules, so..."
Before Fei Yuan could finish speaking, a "squeak" sound suddenly came from the side. Song Shuwan followed the sound and saw Pei Huan sitting in a wheelchair. His clothes were neatly dressed as he had been for dinner.
This is, haven't slept all this time?
This sentence flashed through Song Shuwan's mind, and she frowned slightly: "Given the prince's physical condition, you shouldn't stay up all night."
Pei Huan said calmly: "There are some things that haven't been dealt with yet, but it's you. Why are you still up in the middle of the night?"
"I'm thinking about something."
Song Shuwan stood up and walked slowly to Pei Huan. Suddenly she thought of something and looked around: "Where are the boys sent by the Marquis?"
"They were all sent away."
Pei Huan spoke lightly, but Song Shuwan was confused when she heard it.
"Sent away? When were you sent away?"
Pei Huan said: "On the day you had the attack, I sent you away."
Song Shuwan: "..."
After a brief silence, her eyes became complicated: "The prince really used me very thoroughly."
After thinking about it, she knew that Pei Huan must have used her name to send people away. Whether it was outside the house or inside the house, Song Shuwan didn't know how many things Pei Huan had blocked with her.
Pei Huan raised his head: "Do you think I'm using you?"
Song Shuwan took two steps back: "Isn't it?"
Both of them were asking questions, but they both knew the answers.
After a while, Pei Huan sighed: "Before entering the palace tomorrow, let's go to the general's mansion first. Zhen Yuan is injured."
Song Shuwan nodded, without asking how Pei Huan knew Zhen Yuan was injured, she said hello and returned to the room.
The next day, Song Shuwan rushed to the general's mansion, and Jinque introduced her into the room. Before she could stand still, she smelled a strong smell of medicine, mixed with a bit of blood.
Jinque whispered: "Last night, the young lady returned to the general's mansion with blood all over her body. The general asked the doctor to come and have a look. He also sent a message to the houfu, asking you to come and have a look today."
It turned out that it was the General's Mansion that sent the message.
Song Shuwan put her thoughts away. Zhen Yuan was lying on the bed with a pale face and her eyes closed tightly. If her heart wasn't still heaving, anyone who saw her would have thought she was dead.
"Jinque stays, everyone else please leave."
"yes."
In an instant, everyone in the room had retreated, and even Fei Yuan was sent to guard the door.
Song Shuwan asked: "Where is Miss Zhen injured?"
"On the abdomen, from left to right, there is a wound about the length of a palm."
Song Shuwan opened the quilt and lifted her middle coat. What she saw was the wound that had been bandaged, but the blood stains were clearly visible on the white gauze.
Obviously, the medicine Zhen Yuan used did not stop the bleeding from her wound.
Song Shuwan looked at it and her thoughts suddenly drifted away: "Is Miss Zhen's wound the same as last time?"
Jinque nodded and whispered: "It's the same situation, and this time, the wounds on the young lady's body are even weirder. They don't look like they were caused by swords or daggers."
Song Shuwan squinted her eyes and quickly removed the gauze. Zhen Yuan's wound was in the same condition as Jin Que said, and its shape was also strange. It was thick in the middle and thin at both ends, but it was regular at the top, bottom and left and right sides.
In just a few moments, a lot of blood overflowed from Zhen Yuan's wound, and the blood looked particularly dazzling against the skin.
This was already the second time. She remembered that when Zhen Yuan suffered such a weird injury for the first time, he said that the injury was caused by a mysterious person next to the little princess.
Song Shuwan also asked Pei Huan, and Pei Huan said that weapons that could cause such wounds had appeared on the battlefield before, when the Great Zhou Dynasty was fighting the Tatars.
At that time, Song Shuwan thought it was a coincidence, but she didn't expect that after a while, the weapons appeared again.
Could it be that the little princess took action? Because of the incident at Weiming Lake?
The thoughts in Song Shuwan's mind flashed very fast, and then she heard Jin Que exclaim: "Prince Concubine, my lady's wound is bleeding again."
Song Shuwan came back to her senses: "Bring me a needle and thread. Also, can the General's Mansion make the prescription for the wound medicine I sent you before?"
After receiving a positive answer, Song Shuwan asked for another bottle of wound medicine, and then started to treat Zhen Yuan's wounds.
Half an hour later, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a few steps back: "Where did Miss Zhen go yesterday? How could she suffer such a strange injury again for no reason?"
Jinque pursed her lips: "I don't know, my lady went out early yesterday morning. She didn't say anything before she left."
The two were talking when the sound of flying kites came from outside.
"I've met the general."
Zhen Rong is here.
Song Shuwan put her thoughts away, covered Zhen Yuan with a quilt, and went out.
Zhen Rong looked haggard. He turned to Song Shuwan and bowed his hands: "I have met the Crown Princess, how is my little girl doing now?"
"The wound has been taken care of, but..."
Song Shuwan paused, and Zhen Rong immediately became nervous and asked: "Just what?"
"Do you have any idea about the injuries on Miss Zhen's body? This is already the second time. Such weird weapons must not be left alone again."
Bitterness flashed across Zhen Rong's face: "Of course I know, but...she didn't say anything."
Song Shuwan was startled: "What do you mean?"
Zhen Rong sighed: "Little girl, I didn't tell you where you were injured. Even last time, you didn't mention it to me."
Song Shuwan: "..."
Zhen Yuan had already told her about the situation, so why did she turn to Zhen Rong and not mention it?
Silence spread, and Zhen Rong noticed something was wrong: "Prince Princess, did you hear my little girl mention it?"
Song Shuwan shook her head: "No, I was just wondering, who would be staring at Miss Zhen all the time? That kind of weapon is really weird."
Zhen Rong frowned: "Indeed, I feel strange too."
The two chatted for a while, and Song Shuwan left. After walking around the palace, she returned to the palace. As soon as she returned to the courtyard, she saw An San and others walking out of Pei Huan's room.
Song Shuwan knew that Pei Huan specially left Ansan in Yuanzhou City to deal with the follow-up. Now that he is back, is the matter there completely over?
After thinking about it, she asked.
An San saluted and said, "The matter is over. Did the Crown Princess just come back from outside?"
Song Shuwan nodded and looked at the room at the back: "The prince is in the room, right?"
"yes."
After getting the answer, Song Shuwan bypassed the secret agent and went straight into the room: "I think you should check the little princess carefully."
