The door was pushed open and Song Shuwan entered the room when she heard this question. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "It seems that Grandma Hong didn't take you seriously."
After just one sentence, all the blood drained from the boy's face. He swallowed his words several times when he wanted to speak.
Seeing this, Song Shuwan shook her head: "You are quite bloodless."
The boy lowered his head and said nothing. Song Shuwan simply didn't want to talk to him and went straight to Pei Huan.
"Just now Mr. Han was looking for me."
Pei Huan asked: "Is it because of the poison on your body?"
"No, it's because of you."
Song Shuwan said and sighed: "It's funny to say that neither you nor me are good."
Pei Huan was silent. His injuries and poisons were there earlier, but Song Shuwan's were not.
After putting his thoughts aside, he said: "The Chinese New Year will be here in three days. Although Ningyuan City is not as cold as the capital city, it still has everything it needs. Let's go out and walk around then."
Song Shuwan blinked: "The prince is not afraid of being assassinated when he goes out for a walk."
Pei Huan looked to the side and said coldly: "Then let me see who dares to take action."
Time flies, and three days have passed. Ningyuan City is as quiet as a dead place, and paper money can be seen flying everywhere. But even though the atmosphere is depressing, the living people are struggling to cheer up.
"This is the New Year, how can we spend it in depression?"
“Although it’s pretty much the same every year, I still have to cheer up in the New Year.”
People began to take to the streets, and merchants from outside arrived, adding a bit of excitement to Ningyuan City.
As the carriage passed through the street, Song Shuwan opened the window slightly and looked out: "After the New Year, the atmosphere in the city will probably become gloomy again."
Pei Huan said calmly: "I'm just depressed, as long as I cheer up now."
Song Shuwan thought about it and turned her head slightly: "What are the customs of celebrating the New Year in Ningyuan City that are different from those in the capital?"
Pei Huan thought for a moment and said, "It does exist, but that custom may not be suitable for you."
Song Shuwan was curious: "What customs are not suitable for me?"
There was a smile in Pei Huan's eyes: "Ningyuan City is located on the border, and the folk customs are naturally strong, so there will be a very unique custom in terms of marriage."
Song Shuwan was even more curious: "How do you say it?"
"In this city, there are bride snatchers."
"Bride-stealing?"
Song Shuwan's eyes widened instantly, and she was quite shocked in her heart. Can this bride-stealing be regarded as a custom?
She thought about it and asked directly. Then with Pei Huan's explanation, she realized that the so-called bride-robbing was actually robbing the person of your choice. As long as a man and a woman had a good impression of each other, they could exchange tokens instead of the so-called robbing.
Pei Huan said: "This was only changed in recent years. In the past, it would have been a real robbery."
The corner of Song Shuwan's mouth twitched uncontrollably: "Although it sounds interesting, with so many people gathering, I'm afraid something uncontrollable will happen, right?"
"The people on the border are tough, but they don't do anything random. Such cases are rare."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips, and Pei Huan said less. In other words, there are still some, but this is a border custom, and she can't say anything.
Thinking about it, she said: "If the crowd gathers too much, something will happen easily, right?"
Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of his wheelchair: "Lin Yujun will patrol the city that day and will try his best to minimize the danger."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan said no more.
Not long after, the carriage stopped outside a street. Song Shuwan put on her cloak and covered her face with the hood, then pushed her wheelchair into the crowd.
Soon, the people around who noticed it couldn't help but murmur.
"Eh? Why is that man sitting in a wheelchair? Could he be the prince?"
"In this Ningyuan City, the prince is the only one who is in a wheelchair. It must be him."
Song Shuwan looked at the crowd that was gradually gathering, feeling a little worried. Surrounded by so many people, wouldn't something happen if there were people with different intentions?
At this moment, a rough voice sounded: "Hey, hey, don't get together, do whatever you have to do, and don't block other people's way."
A group of Lin Yu's troops appeared and quickly evacuated the crowd gathered around them. After that, they slowed down and intentionally or unintentionally placed Song Shuwan and his party in the encirclement.
Pei Huanwan didn't notice what was going on around him and kept talking to himself: "This street is called Anle. It is the street with the largest number of merchants in Ningyuan City. Even merchants from outside will come here to buy and sell things. If you are short of anything,
But you can usually find it here."
Song Shuwan nodded, her face hidden under the hood was slightly exposed, and then quickly hidden.
At this time, Fei Yuan suddenly said: "Madam, look, there are medicinal materials to buy over there."
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at where Fei Yuan pointed. There was a stall full of medicinal materials. The stall owner was shouting. Many people gathered around the stall, but no one actually bought the medicinal materials.
Song Shuwan lowered her head: "Is that the person arranged by the prince?"
She remembered that most of the medicinal materials in Ningyuan City were concentrated. How could someone set up a stall outside?
Pei Huan looked a little solemn: "There are not enough medicinal materials in the city, how can I arrange for people to sell them outside? Dark Three, surround the stall."
An San melted into the crowd and reappeared with about twenty people, surrounding the entire stall.
Lin Yujun, who had been following him, saw this and immediately surrounded a few people in the middle.
One of them stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to take shelter temporarily?"
Pei Huan shook his head: "No, you can figure out the situation first."
Not long after, the stall owner was brought over.
At that time, many people were looking here intentionally or unintentionally, but with Lin Yujun around, no one could stay.
Soon, the group of people arrived in the alleyway.
The stall owner looked around, raised his hands and saluted: "I have met the prince."
Pei Huan said "hmm" and said, "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask, where do your medicinal materials come from?"
The stall owner smiled: "Of course the grassroots brought it from outside. The grassroots are from Anyuan City. They heard that Ningyuan City was short of medicinal materials, so they made a special trip here."
"oh?"
Pei Huan raised his voice slightly at the end of his words, and there was already a slight danger in his seemingly calm expression: "When did you hear the news? And when did you come here?"
"I heard the news a month and a half ago. As for when I came here...a month ago, right? The road here was quite difficult, and a lot of time was wasted."
The stall owner explained in detail, but everyone who heard it in the alleyway was silent. This time, how could it be considered the time when the second group of people went to Anyuan City?
Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair, with a thoughtful look on his face: "Did you hear the news from a few people in Ningyuan City?"
The stall owner was stunned: "People from Ningyuan City? What do you mean by this?"
Pei Huan narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Ning Yuancheng sent two groups of people to buy medicine, but you have no news from Anyuan City?"
