Song Shuwan touched her chin, thought for a moment and then said: "I think Prince Ning suffered a lot, but because his status was too high, no one revealed it."
Pei Huan smiled and did not comment.
That night, the convoy rested on the side of the road. Pei Huan took out a map, read it carefully and told Song Shuwan.
"We are still nearly a thousand miles away from the border. We estimate that we won't be able to reach it in about a month and a half."
Song Shuwan leaned over and took a look: "What if we travel day and night?"
Pei Huan shook his head: "This is not a matter of traveling day and night, but on the way to the border, there are three big mountains. It takes several days to get over each one. Moreover, there is no official road further forward, and the speed of the convoy will increase.
It’s difficult to speed up the descent.”
So that’s it.
A flash of thought flashed across Song Shuwan's face. Before she could speak, she suddenly heard a cry from the air. She subconsciously looked up and saw an eagle falling from the sky.
In an instant, Song Shuwan's heart tightened. The eagle...
At this moment, a whistle sounded, and the eagle circled in the air, flew high again, and then fell down, already running towards An Yi.
It was also at this time that Song Shuwan realized that the eagle had been tamed.
After a while, An Yi approached with a piece of paper: "Your Majesty, the Tatars on the border have started a war."
A dark light flashed in Pei Huan's eyes: "How is it over there in Beidi?"
"The death of Princess Yunmo created a rift between Beidi and the Tatars. After the Tatars went to war, Beidi withdrew its troops."
As soon as these words came out, Pei Huan nodded: "Keep an eye on Beidi. If it is not stable, let the secret guards take action. Be sure to ensure that Beidi will not get involved."
"yes."
An Yi bowed and left.
Song Shuwan tightened her fingers slightly: "Isn't King Yong at the border? The Tatars are going to war. Can he and Lin Yu's army stop the Tatar army?"
Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of his wheelchair: "If he was really serious, he wouldn't have been at the border for so long without having any effect."
"What do you mean, Crown Prince?"
Disappointment flashed in Pei Huan's eyes: "King Yong must have had other thoughts. He may not be loyal to Zhou anymore."
Song Shuwan frowned. King Yong was not loyal to Zhou Dynasty. Doesn't that mean that the people and cities on the border would be in danger?
Thinking of this, she grabbed Pei Huan's clothes: "Your Majesty, over there with King Yong..."
"Don't worry, there are people in Lin Yu's army who can suppress him."
Song Shuwan breathed a sigh of relief at Pei Huan's comfort. She turned her wrist and caught Pei Huan's pulse.
"In the past few days, the injuries on the prince's body should have healed. Let me take a look at the prince's condition."
Pei Huan didn't move and let her feel her pulse before taking back his hand: "How about it? Can you treat my leg?"
Song Shuwan frowned: "No, the prince's body still needs to be nursed back to health, and..."
When she said this, doubts flashed in her eyes when she looked at Pei Huan: "Why are the injuries on the prince's body still affecting the prince?"
It has been more than half a month since Pei Huan was injured. No matter what, it will not continue to affect Pei Huan's body.
The surroundings fell into silence, except for the firewood burning in the campfire and crackling from time to time.
Time passed and Pei Huan coughed lightly: "There was something unexpected earlier."
Song Shuwan's eyes dimmed: "The prince's accident refers to... does the injury get worse?"
"I've tried my best to avoid it, but..."
Song Shuwan snorted softly: "Your Majesty, you don't need to explain. After all, your body is your own and has nothing to do with me."
After that, she left straight away, leaving Pei Huan sitting alone by the bonfire.
A few moments later, An Yi and An San both approached.
An asked in a low voice: "Did the Crown Princess find out that you were injured again?"
Pei Huan glanced at him sideways: "I've never seen you so keen on business matters."
An Yiqian laughed a few times: "Isn't that true? The Crown Princess can treat your legs, but looking at the appearance of the Crown Princess just now, is your treatment going to be postponed again?"
Pei Huan pinched his eyebrows and said, "She didn't say anything, but judging from the past situation, it should be postponed."
An Yi and An San exchanged glances, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes. If they continued like this, they would reach the border and they might not be able to cure the prince.
In the carriage, Song Shuwan took out a few prescriptions, looked at the medicinal materials on them, and sighed after a long time.
"Baicao."
"My servant is here, what do you want the Crown Princess to do?"
Song Shuwan asked: "How far is the nearest town? Can we get there tomorrow?"
Baicao thought for a moment and replied: "There are still more than fifty miles. If nothing happens, we should be able to arrive tomorrow evening."
Song Shuwan nodded and handed over two of the prescriptions: "Tomorrow, you leave early, go to the town, grab the medicine on the prescription, find an inn, prepare a medicinal bath, and wait for the prince and I to arrive."
Baicao took the prescription and put it away: "I understand, slave."
In the evening of the next day, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan rushed to the town. By that time, Baicao was already ready.
After Song Shuwan checked it and determined that there was no problem, she asked Pei Huan to take a medicinal bath.
"We will stay in this town for five days first. After the five-day medicinal bath is over, we will hit the road again."
Pei Huan happily agreed, but in the middle of the night, a sudden news came, forcing them to start their journey again.
"King Yong is missing, and the frontier is now leaderless. We must arrive as soon as possible."
Song Shuwan pressed her eyebrows, trying to suppress the sadness in them: "Your Majesty, about the medicinal bath..."
"Let's wait until we get to the border."
A month and a half later, the group arrived at Ningyuan City.
The city was completely silent. Only the occasional soldiers passing by could tell that this was not a dead city.
"You go back to the inn to rest first, I'll go see someone."
Pei Huan left a few instructions and left with a few secret guards.
Song Shuwan looked at his figure, turned around and asked, "Where is the post station?"
"It's just ahead, not far from the government office in Ningyuan City."
Song Shuwan nodded to express her understanding, and after arriving at Ningyuan City, she rested.
In the evening, she led Baicao and Feiyuan to look for Pei Huan. Unexpectedly, she was stopped by several people halfway.
"Are you the prince's newly married concubine?"
The leader was a young man. When asking, his eyes were full of scrutiny.
Song Shuwan glanced at him and guessed that this was Pei Huan's subordinate, so she asked calmly: "Is there a problem?"
The young man touched his chin: "Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any problem, but, how can you, a sent sinner, be worthy of being the son of the world?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to say that she was sent here by a concubine. This person was quite well-informed, but it was a pity that he was not smart enough.
Thinking of this, she slowly walked up to the young man: "Whether he is worthy or not is something that the prince should think about. As a subordinate, you'd better say less."
After finishing speaking, she patted the young man on the shoulder and added: "Lest you get burned."
