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The next day, as soon as Song Shuwan got up, she saw Fei Yuan taking out two invitations.

"Prince Princess, this is from Duke Xinguo's Palace. This is from Miss Yue of the Ministry of War."

Song Shuwan read the contents of the two invitations and casually threw the one from Duke Xinguo's residence aside. It was ridiculous that the family members actually sent her an invitation to go back.

But Yue Hong’s invitation...

Song Shuwan frowned slightly and unconsciously thought of those red eyes yesterday. What must have happened to Yue Hong?

After a while, she handed the invitation back to Fei Yuan: "Send it back. The hospital is open for business these two days, and I don't have time."

Hearing this, Fei Yuan accepted the invitation from the Yue Mansion, and after thinking about it, took the invitation from the Xinguo Mansion.

"Prince Princess, please leave."

After Fei Yuan left, Song Shuwan went to look for Pei Huan. The man was having breakfast when he heard the footsteps and turned his head slightly: "What's the matter with coming here so early?"

Song Shuwan had known about his keenness for a long time, and she was not surprised to be recognized by him. She sat down directly and the maid next to her immediately brought the dishes and chopsticks.

Song Shuwan said: "Let's take a look at the prince's condition. How is the wound?"

Pei Huan said calmly: "The medicine is very good."

The wounds on his shoulders and hands already have a layer of scab, which is very thin, but it is shocking enough. In the past, it would take at least three days for a small wound to change, and it would even take six or seven days for a long one.

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Thinking of this, Pei Huan asked: "Is it difficult to prepare the medicine?"

Song Shuwan took a sip of porridge, raised her eyes after hearing the words, and instantly understood what he meant: "The prince wants to be used in the army?"

Pei Huan nodded and put down his chopsticks gropingly: "The medicine hurts, but the effect is really good."

Song Shuwan smiled slightly: "It is not difficult to prepare medicine for injuries. As for the pain, the effect of the medicine follows the pain. If you reduce part of the medicine's effect, it can also be reduced. But this medicine..."

She prolonged her tone, causing Pei Huan to look at her and twitch his lips: "If you have any conditions, just mention them. As long as there is no problem with the wound medicine, there will be no problem with anything else."

Song Shuwan held her cheek with one hand, and her watery eyes fell on Pei Huan: "This is what the prince said, and he said it as he said it."

Pei Huan continued: "It's hard to chase a horse."

Hearing this, Song Shuwan decisively put forward her condition: "I can give the prescription for the medicine to the crown prince, but in exchange, I want a shop on each of the four main streets in Beijing."

She came out of Duke Xin's mansion and didn't have many people to rely on. In order to have a smooth revenge in the future, she must make preparations in advance. The shops on the four streets of the capital are just right.

Pei Huan thought for a moment and asked: "Can the effect of the wound medicine be adjusted better?"

The effect of the medicine prescription is indeed good, but the four shops on the four main streets in the capital are also valuable.

Surprise flashed in Song Shuwan's eyes. The prescription she prepared could naturally be adjusted, but she had mentioned before that pain was related to the effect of the medicine.

"Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that people in the military who use medicine will be hurt to death?"

Pei Huan's tone was calm: "If it doesn't hurt, how can we help them have a long memory?"

Song Shuwan lowered her eyes, but Pei Huan agreed with her. She also felt that only when it hurts could it be remembered.

"In this case, I will ask Fei Yuan to deliver the prescription for the wound tomorrow."

Pei Huan nodded: "When the medicine prescriptions are delivered, those four shops will also be yours."

After negotiating the terms, neither of them said a word.

After breakfast, Song Shuwan checked Pei Huan's wounds and made sure they were fine, then went to Zhuque Street.

Baicao and Song Ren were watching several big men putting medicinal materials into the cabinet when they caught a glimpse of Song Shuwan at the door and immediately greeted her.

"I've met the Crown Princess."

Song Shuwan nodded slightly and looked around: "Where is Ding Cun?"

Baicao frowned: "Ding Cun went to find someone to promote our medical clinic. He said that the smell of wine is also afraid of the deep alley. People in the capital must be aware of Cunshan Hall before it can attract people to come here after it opens."

Song Shuwan was quite surprised. Ding Cun was disgusted with doing things for her before, so why did he change his mind in the blink of an eye?

Thinking about it, she expressed her doubts.

Baicao smiled and said nothing, and his eyes fell on Song Ren.

Seeing this, Song Shuwan knew it was Song Ren's contribution and praised: "Well done."

Glancing at the few big men next to her, she lowered her voice and said, "If possible, find a way to take them all into your hands."

The gangsters are indeed hateful, but each of the three religions and nine schools has their own way, so they may not be useful people.

Song Ren nodded, his face full of solemnity: "Please rest assured, Princess Concubine, the common people will do their best."

In the afternoon, Song Shuwan returned to the Hou Mansion and heard Fei Yuan chattering about the Qingzhu Courtyard.

In the same way, Song Shuwan realized that Lord Marquis and Pei Ji were still lying on the bed, and dozens of doctors who were coming and going could not see anything wrong with them.

"This servant has heard that the Marquis is planning to deliver a note to the palace, and wants to ask the imperial doctor to come to the door."

Some thoughts flashed in Song Shuwan's eyes. She used golden needles to seal two acupuncture points on Pei Ji's body to ensure that no one would notice the problem, but Lord Marquis... Although Baicao was good at poisoning, she was not sure that Baicao's poison would not be affected by it.

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"Tell Baicao tonight and ask her to find an opportunity to detoxify the Marquis without letting anyone see it."

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Just as he was talking, the housekeeper of the Hou Mansion came over and said, "His Royal Concubine, Madam has invited you."

Song Shuwan lazily raised her eyes. Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come. Madam Hou is going to cause trouble again.

She remained silent, and the butler immediately raised his voice: "His Royal Concubine, Madam has invited you!"

Song Shuwan glanced at him, and the next moment, the housekeeper was kicked out of the door by Fei Yuan.

Fei Yuan said condescendingly: "You are such a small butler, how dare you act so presumptuously in front of the Crown Princess?"

The housekeeper rolled on the ground several times before he stopped, paralyzed on the ground unable to move.

Song Shuwan walked past him with Fei Yuan. Although she didn't know what Madam Hou wanted to do, she was not afraid to confront Madam Hou.

"My daughter-in-law has met Madam. I wonder why Madam called her here?"

When they arrived at Qingzhuyuan, Song Shuwan opened the door and saw the mountains.

Mrs. Hou sat upright, scanning Song Shuwan's face with her scrutinizing eyes: "I called you here today because of the discrepancy between Qingfeng Yuan's monthly payment last month and the house's account book."

Song Shuwan was slightly stunned. What happened last month? Why did you want her to do it?

Her thoughts turned around and she asked for the account book: "My daughter-in-law wants to see the account book."

Mrs. Hou smiled and gave a signal to the maid beside her.

Soon, the maid handed an account book to Song Shuwan.

Song Shuwan flipped through the ledger, her brows furrowing more and more as she read, and in the end her face was expressionless.

Mrs. Hou slowly sipped her tea: "The monthly money of Qingfeng Yuan is two hundred taels per month according to the rules of the house, but the money in the ledger is more than two hundred taels. Maybe you can explain where this money comes from.

Where to come from?"

"Instead of asking a bride, it is better to go directly to this prince, who will give you a thorough explanation."

As soon as Mrs. Hou finished speaking, a male voice came from outside the door. Pei Huan was sitting in a wheelchair, his face as cold as frost.

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