After Fei Yuan left, it took only half an hour for him to turn around with Pei Huan.
Song Shuwan looked at the man and raised her eyebrows slightly: "What does the Crown Prince think of this matter?"
Pei Huan looked very calm, and when he heard the question, he only slightly raised his lips: "What do you think I should think about this matter?"
Song Shuwan didn't say anything, but walked slowly to him: "The prince should have considered the possibility of Xie Youxing leaving the capital to escape marriage, but the prince did not expect that Xie Youxing would leave so early."
"I really didn't expect this, but his leaving has only advantages and no disadvantages for me."
Pei Huan picked up the tea cup at hand and was about to take a sip when he suddenly remembered something and a pair of sharp eyes fell on Song Shuwan's face.
After a brief silence, he said softly: "Since you care so much about Xie Youxing, then do something for me."
Song Shuwan curled her lips slightly: "I'm just an ordinary Crown Princess, why should I pay attention to him? But I have some arrangements recently and want to leave the capital for a few days. Is it convenient for the Crown Prince?"
Pei Huan frowned: "Are you leaving Beijing alone?"
"I'll just take Fei Yuan and Cheng Qing with me. They can protect me. By the way, how is Mr. Han doing lately? I haven't seen him for a long time."
As soon as Song Shuwan finished speaking, a cold snort came from the door: "It's hard for you to still miss me, an old man."
While talking, Han Sanzhen walked in with a cane.
Song Shuwan coughed lightly: "Why did Mr. Han come here at this time?"
"Of course I have something to do with you and the Crown Prince."
Han Sanzhen sat down, and Song Shuwan immediately asked Baicao to pour a cup of tea.
Pei Huan said calmly: "You are here because of the little princess's heartache, right?"
Han Sanzhen nodded: "After this period of recuperation, the little princess's health has improved a lot, but her heart disease is natural and cannot be cured by my ability, so this matter should be left to people with stronger medical skills. I won’t join in the fun anymore.”
Pei Huan smiled slightly: "Mr. Han is joking, you are from the Valley of Miracle Doctors, and your medical skills are superb. Even if you can't cure the disease, you should be able to stabilize the little princess's condition, right?"
Han Sanzhen stared at him, suddenly raised his hand, and slammed the table: "I know what the Crown Prince means, but the facts are in front of me. I just don't have the ability. In addition, Ding Cun has been taken away for such a long time. Crown Prince When are you going to let him come back?"
Pei Huan straightened his sleeves: "At the beginning, you and I traded on the condition of the little princess's heart disease. Now that the little princess's heart disease has not healed, why should I..."
"Your Majesty!"
Song Shuwan on the side suddenly spoke, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"How troublesome the little princess's heart disease is. I have told the prince a long time ago. Under such circumstances, why would the prince use the little princess's heart disease to make a deal with Han Langzhong?"
Pei Huan frowned: "This is between me and Mr. Han."
"But Ding Cun is mine!"
Song Shuwan's voice rose slightly: "Why does the Crown Prince use my people to make deals with others?"
Having said this, Pei Huan frowned even more tightly: "Do you have to mess with me at this time?"
Song Shuwan sneered: "Isn't this the fault of the Crown Prince in the first place? Why do you think I am messing around?"
The two argued for a while, and Song Shuwan immediately made Pei Huan angry and left.
The room fell into silence, and Han Sanzhen sighed: "If you want to protect him, you don't have to act in front of me. I won't argue with him."
Song Shuwan was silent, she was really afraid of Han Sanzhen and Pei Huan quarreling, and Pei Huan also saw this, so she cooperated.
It's just that everyone knows it well, so there's no need to say it out loud.
Thinking about it, Song Shuwan shook her head and objected: "I didn't protect him."
Han Sanzhen said quietly: "You really have no protection? To be honest, I am really nervous, but it is not to the point of causing you and Prince Pei to have a dispute."
Song Shuwan smiled: "I don't want to argue with him, I just think it will be more troublesome if he is here."
Han Sanzhen glanced at Song Shuwan meaningfully, drank all the tea, and stood up to leave.
"Han Langzhong."
Song Shuwan stopped him and said after a short pause: "The situation in the capital is quite complicated. The little princess is suffering from a heart disease. If you bear with it for a while, it will be over soon."
Han Sanzhen sighed, turned his back to Song Shuwan and said, "I don't care what your plans are, but Ding Cun is the disciple I like, and I will not allow anything to happen to Ding Cun, otherwise..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Song Shuwan looked at his figure, and her fingers hanging by her legs tightened slightly. The reason why Mr. Han took action was indeed because of Ding Cun. She could not refute this.
But on Pei Huan's side...
"Baicao, pass on the words of Mr. Han to the crown prince."
Baicao nodded and left respectfully.
The next day, Song Shuwan left the capital with Fei Yuan and Cheng Qing.
The carriage headed south and soon reached the official road. However, within a few miles, someone stopped the carriage.
"May I ask if the person sitting in the car is the Crown Princess of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion?"
Amidst the gentle and polite questioning, Song Shuwan opened the car window and her calm eyes fell on the speaker.
"Who sent you to stop here?"
"it's me."
A man wearing a silver mask walked out. Song Shuwan looked at him and her pupils suddenly shrank.
"Oh it's you."
The people around the little princess are suspected of being involved with the Tatars.
The masked man nodded slightly: "It's me, please get off the carriage."
Song Shuwan thought for a while and got off the carriage in cooperation: "Why are you stopping my carriage?"
The masked man said calmly: "It's not that I have anything to do, but my master wants to see you, Crown Princess, please come with me."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and exchanged glances with Fei Yuan: "Where is your master? If it is too far away from here, I will not go."
"Don't worry, it's in the pavilion over there."
Song Shuwan followed the masked man's fingers and saw that there was indeed a pavilion not far away. It was a pavilion specially set up there for people to rest temporarily.
Seeing that Song Shuwan remained silent, the masked man said sarcastically: "Why, the Crown Princess doesn't dare to go?"
Song Shuwan smiled: "It's just a person who doesn't even dare to show his true face. Why not? Lead the way."
After a while, Song Shuwan entered the pavilion, and when she saw the people inside, she realized something was wrong.
The person in the pavilion is not a little princess, but a tall man. Like the silver masked man, he also wears a mask on his face.
However, his mask is golden, and the pattern on it is very strange. It seems to be entangled with vines, and there seems to be a ferocious face emerging from it.
Song Shuwan stared at it for a few moments, then immediately looked away: "How do you call it?"
"Quyu."
The golden masked man announced his name and walked slowly to Song Shuwan.
The two people's eyes met, and Song Shuwan's vigilance gradually increased. At this moment, Qu Yu raised his hand, and a dagger with a faint blue light appeared in his palm.
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes: "What does this mean?"
"It's our first meeting. This is a meeting gift for the Crown Princess. I hope the Crown Princess won't dislike it."
Song Shuwan frowned slightly, and after several hesitations she rejected the dagger: "I am not familiar with you, so I don't need this greeting..."
Before she finished speaking, a dagger glowing with blue light was placed on Song Shuwan's neck.
Qu Yu said lightly: "If the imperial concubine is alive and refuses to accept the gift, she will have to accept the gift in the body of a dead person."
