In the carriage, Fei Yuan's eyes widened angrily: "Prince Princess, what did that official mean? He just backed out of court after getting the writ of paper in his hand?"
Song Shuwan rubbed her fingertips, a strange smile flashed in her eyes: "He did not dare to offend Prince Yong's Mansion."
Fei Yuan couldn't believe it: "Don't you dare to offend Prince Yong's Mansion? But the woman who complained was wronged. Even if the Emperor is here today, he still has to give that woman a promise!"
Song Shuwan smiled and patted her hand, turned her head and said, "Baicao, you stay here and ask for news about the woman."
Baicao nodded and quickly got out of the carriage.
Fei Yuan frowned: "Prince Princess, Baicao is gone, what will happen to your safety?"
"Isn't there still you?"
Song Shuwan frowned slightly, and then gently tapped Fei Yuan's forehead: "Okay, don't talk anymore, go back to the Marquis Mansion first."
"oh."
Fei Yuan nodded and leaned against the window without saying a word.
Returning to the Hou Mansion, Song Shuwan asked the guards of Qingfeng Yuan and found out that Pei Huan was not in the manor, so she returned to her room.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, Han Sanzhen came over and said, "The little princess's mood has been extremely volatile these past two days. If this continues, heart disease will easily occur."
Song Shuwan was startled, and after thinking about it carefully, she guessed that it was because Xie Youxing's incident had affected the little princess.
"Mr. Han, do you have a way to hand over the diagnosis and treatment of the little princess to Taiyuan Hospital?"
Han Sanzhen shook his head: "If I had my way, I wouldn't have to drag it on forever."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips. The little princess' heart ailment was really her invincible weapon.
No matter what the little princess did, as long as she showed signs of heart attack, even the people in the capital would feel sorry for her.
What can be done to minimize the impact of the little princess' heart attack?
Song Shuwan thought about it for a long time and finally found a way, but there was still a problem.
"Mr. Han, is there any way to prevent the little princess from having multiple heart attacks without harming her life?"
Han Sanzhen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you want the little princess to lose the weapon against a heart attack?"
Song Shuwan pursed her lips: "The little princess has already done a lot due to her heart attack. I just want to reduce the impact. As long as it doesn't hurt her life, it should be fine, right?"
Han Sanzhen shook his head: "You shouldn't think that way. As a doctor, even if there is danger, you shouldn't bet on the one in ten thousand possibility."
When Song Shuwan listened, she knew that Han Sanzhen did not agree with her method, and her brows furrowed unconsciously: "But Mr. Han, if you continue like this, you will be in danger."
Han Sanzhen said: "I think I am bright. Even if the emperor comes, I have tried my best. Okay, let's end this matter."
After Han Sanzhen finished speaking, he left. Song Shuwan sat there for a long time without saying anything. Her method was indeed not bright enough, but in the face of saving her life, who can guarantee that she will always be bright?
You must know that the little princess's method is not only to provoke people's hearts, but there is a group of jackals around her.
"Prince Princess, are you okay?"
Concerned inquiries came from the side. Song Shuwan came back to her senses, looked into Fei Yuan's eyes, and subconsciously raised her lips: "What can happen to me?"
Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.
Fei Yuan trotted over to open the door and found Pei Huan outside the door. She quickly stepped aside and said happily: "Prince Concubine, the Crown Prince is here."
Song Shuwan stood up, waited for Pei Huan to enter the room, and asked, "The prince has just come back, right? Have you heard about the re-incarnation of the injustice?"
Pei Huan nodded: "I heard that, and I also heard that the officials in the lobby immediately left the hall after seeing the petition."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips: "That official doesn't want to offend Prince Yong's Mansion."
Pei Huan sneered: "If he doesn't want to offend Prince Yong's Mansion, then he has to offend other people. Since the drum of redress of injustice has been established, as long as the person who rings the drum has been punished, no case can be suppressed."
Song Shuwan's heart tightened slightly: "Last time Tang Wan'er..."
"Don't worry about Tang Wan'er's matter. I've already taken care of it. The key is this time." Pei Huan took the words, his fingertips fell on his knees, and his eyes were cold.
Song Shuwan paused: "What plans does the Crown Prince have?"
Pei Huan said calmly: "Tang Wan'er, it's time to move."
What?
Song Shuwan wanted to ask more questions, but Pei Huan had no intention of continuing.
Seeing this, Song Shuwan could only hold back her words.
The two chatted for a while, and Pei Huan gave Song Shuwan a box: "In the box are banknotes. It will be the emperor's birthday in a few days. Please find something as a gift."
"I understand." Song Shuwan put away the box and asked what the emperor's birthdays were like in previous years.
Pei Huan said calmly: "There's no big scene, it's just a banquet. You just need to prepare the gifts and don't worry about anything else."
Song Shuwan nodded: "By the way, is this gift sent in the name of the Crown Prince or in the name of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion?"
Pei Huan corrected: "It's in the name of you and me."
You and me.
Song Shuwan was startled by these four words. After reacting, she looked away and said, "I know, I will pay attention to it."
Not long after, Pei Huan left.
Song Shuwan looked at the box and was thinking about how to choose a gift when she saw the grass turning around.
"Prince Princess, that woman... I'm afraid she may die."
Song Shuwan was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"After retreating from the hall, the servant sneaked into the government office and saw several officers and soldiers sending the woman to the Dali Temple prison."
Song Shuwan stood up in an instant. She remembered that Duan Cheng, the young minister of Dali Temple, was a servant of King Yong. He sent the people who sued Princess Huayang to the Dali Temple prison. They clearly wanted to kill the woman directly without any proof!
Putting her thoughts away, Song Shuwan asked: "How long has that woman been in there?"
"It's been more than half an hour, Imperial Concubine. If we pass by now, I'm afraid that woman is already dead."
Song Shuwan took a deep breath and felt a chill rising directly from the soles of her feet. Those people did this without fear of the emperor's blame.
As for what Baicao said, she didn't care. Let's not say that she had no position to interfere with the woman's affairs. Even if she had a position, why would she take the woman out of the Dali Temple prison?
Rubbing her brows, Song Shuwan waved Baicao away: "I'm tired and want to take a rest."
The next day, Zhen Yuan came to the Hou Mansion and said upon entering, "I heard that you went to Mingyin Tower yesterday?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyes and glanced over her body: "Yes, Miss Zhen came here today just to ask about this matter?"
Zhen Yuan smiled and walked to her in a few steps: "Of course I won't come here just for this matter. What does the Crown Princess think of Crown Prince Xie?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "What Miss Zhen wants to ask is what I think of the Prince Xie I met yesterday, right?"
The two looked at each other and both understood the meaning from each other's words - yesterday's Xie Youxing was fake.
But Song Shuwan was sure of this, and Zhen Yuan was the only one who was sure of this.
Then the voice changed and Zhen Yuan said with a smile: "I received a message before I came to the Marquis' Mansion. A princess entered the Prince Yong's Mansion at dawn."
