Amidst the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Song Shuwan sighed and said quietly: "You are the ones who are talking about overestimating your capabilities."
Scarface lay on the ground, his face bruised and bruised: "You, why do you care about our He family's affairs?"
"I had no intention of getting involved in your He family's affairs."
Song Shuwan looked at him condescendingly, with a bit of coldness in her eyes. If Scarface hadn't done it, she wouldn't have wanted to get involved in the inexplicable things.
At this moment, a roar came from the side: "Let me go, let me go."
Several people turned their heads at the same time, only to realize that the young boy had run away, only to be held down by several people who suddenly appeared.
Song Shuwan looked at it and raised her eyebrows. What happened to this little boy? Why did two groups of people want to arrest her?
In the silence, Baicao stepped forward: "Madam, I think it's better not to get involved in the affairs of this town. We can't stay long."
Song Shuwan's eyes dimmed and she glanced at the scarred face on the ground. She turned around and left without saying anything.
On the other side, the young boy noticed the changes behind him and immediately shouted: "Madam, please save me, I have a treasure in my hand, a big treasure."
Song Shuwan ignored it and continued walking forward.
The little boy was anxious: "It's a mine, I know a mine, huh huh..."
His mouth was covered, but Song Shuwan still heard the key, turned around quickly, and her eyebrows became more solemn: "Bring him here."
Fei Yuan responded and immediately rushed over. In an instant, everyone surrounding the young boy was beaten to the ground by her.
"Get up and follow my wife."
The young boy nodded hesitantly and followed step by step.
Back at the inn, Song Shuwan asked Fei Yuan to guard the door and asked directly: "What do you mean by mine?"
The young boy wiped his face: "I would like to ask, what is your identity?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "Why, are you looking for someone with high status?"
The young boy nodded, with solemnity flashing in his eyebrows: "The mine I know, if you are not a high-status person, you will not be able to catch it at all, it will only kill yourself."
Song Shuwan smiled and placed her fingertips on the armrest: "Then don't worry, my identity and status can definitely catch the ore in your mouth."
The young boy frowned and asked suspiciously: "Can you really catch it?"
Song Shuwan stood up and walked slowly to the young boy: "What you are worried about now is not who can catch it, but whether you can keep the news. I think there should be more than the two groups of people who are secretly watching you today.
Bar?"
The young boy's body stiffened, and the expression on his face became obviously ugly.
After a long silence, he lowered his head in frustration: "Yes, the people staring at me are indeed more than the two groups today, but I don't want to harm you. You are my savior, and I cannot repay kindness with enmity."
Patting him on the shoulder, Song Shuwan said in a very calm tone: "The news is what I want to hear. As long as you tell it, my kindness to you will be wiped out, and whatever happens after that will have nothing to do with you."
Having said this, the young boy finally made up his mind: "Fifty miles east of the town, there is an iron mine hidden in the mountains. Those who are chasing me all know the existence of this mine, but I am the only one who knows the specific location."
Song Shuwan was startled, there was an iron mine, and it was an iron mine very close to this town.
"Bang bang!"
The door and window were suddenly kicked open. Song Shuwan turned around and saw dozens of men in black appearing. In a matter of seconds, they rushed into the room.
"Ma'am, be careful!"
Fei Yuan exclaimed, swung the flying knife in his hand, and turned around to kill two men in black.
Song Shuwan pulled the young boy back quickly: "Dark Three!"
In the room not far away, An San suddenly opened his eyes: "Damn it, who dares to attack the Crown Princess here!"
There was a fight in the inn, the smell of blood filled the air, and corpses were everywhere.
Song Shuwan took the young boy to the first floor of the inn. An San and several secret guards were guarding the surroundings. He said, "Madam, please don't worry, these assassins can't hurt you yet."
Song Shuwan was speechless and moved her eyes. She carefully paid attention to the changes around her, and suddenly pointed to the rear right: "There is someone over there."
"Whoosh——"
A cold dark light suddenly struck, and An San reacted quickly, swung his long sword and shot down the flying thing, which was a flying knife.
An San shouted: "Who is that person? Get out!"
The next moment, a man in white clothes walked out, gently waving a folding fan in his hand, leisurely and at ease, which formed a sharp contrast with the corpses on the ground around him.
Song Shuwan looked at him, tightened her fingertips, and pinched the tender flesh in her palm: "Prince Ning."
Just two words, but they seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, full of anger.
Prince Ning smiled slightly: "Concubine, we meet again. Wasn't it your intention to leave the capital in such a hurry?"
Song Shuwan twitched her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes: "Whether it was my intention to leave Beijing or not, what does it have to do with you?"
"It stands to reason that it has nothing to do with me, but who asked me to pay attention to the Crown Princess?"
Prince Ning came closer, glanced over, and when he caught a glimpse of the young boy, the smile on his face suddenly deepened: "Speaking of which, if I hadn't paid attention to the Crown Princess, I would have missed an excellent piece of news. Boy, just follow me.
King, please leave, I can protect you."
Song Shuwan stretched out her hand horizontally and said in a cold tone: "I don't know, Prince Ning is so prolific in killing people, when did he learn to protect others?"
"Your Majesty, this is wrong. This king is not only good at killing people, but also..."
"Get away!"
A cold and stern voice suddenly came, and Prince Ning's expression suddenly changed. After reacting, he quickly ducked to the side.
His speed was very fast, but he was not faster than the attack from the other side. With a "pop" sound, Prince Ning's shoulder broke open, and blood splashed out instantly.
"Pei Huan."
Prince Ning shouted the name of the visitor one word at a time, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.
Song Shuwan's tense heart suddenly relaxed: "You're here."
At the door of the inn, a wheelchair appeared.
Pei Huan listened to Song Shuwan's words and nodded gently: "Well, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Song Shuwan took the young boy outside. Unexpectedly, within a few steps, dozens of figures appeared around her, surrounding her and the young boy.
Not far away, King Ning touched the wound on his shoulder, his eyes touched the blood, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy: "Pei Huan, how dare you hurt me!"
Pei Huan snorted coldly: "You're already injured, why would you dare? Prince Ning, if you don't stay in the capital, do you want to die when you run out?"
The two people confronted each other, and the surrounding atmosphere instantly fell into stasis.
Prince Ning stopped shaking the folding fan. After putting away the folding fan, his tone became colder: "Do you dare to say that I am here to die? Then let me see if you have the ability to take my life. Take action and kill."