Song Shuwan lowered her eyes, her mind was slightly disturbed by Pei Huan's words, but she soon suppressed the changes and looked steadily at An Yi.
At that time, An Yi also reacted and immediately said: "The important thing the emperor mentioned should be related to King Yong's return to the capital and his encounter with an assassin at the city gate."
She was caught off guard when she heard the word "Yong Wang", and Song Shuwan's fingers clenched tightly unconsciously. That was the enemy of her Song family.
In the silence, Pei Huan asked: "Do you want to enter the palace?"
Song Shuwan was stunned for a moment, and when she realized what she was doing, she couldn't help but frown: "The emperor is looking for the crown prince to enter the palace for the purpose of protecting the capital. Under such circumstances, it is not convenient for me to enter the palace."
"Don't you want to meet King Yong?"
With just one sentence, Song Shuwan fell into silence, and the fingers on her knees tightened a little bit. Of course she wanted to see King Yong, but not now. That person owed the Song family, and he had to repay it little by little. Only when he has enough can he
Towards the final outcome.
Putting her thoughts away, Song Shuwan said in a calm tone: "As time goes by, he and I will meet sooner or later, so there is no rush now."
Hearing this, Pei Huan didn't say anything more and just signaled An Yi to push the wheelchair and leave.
On the carriage, An Yi whispered: "Is the Crown Princess afraid that she can't help but attack King Yong?"
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly and said calmly: "There may be this reason, but the possibility is not high."
It was satisfying to kill the enemy neatly, but he felt that Song Shuwan should prefer to let King Yong pay off the Song family's debt first, and then execute him.
An Yi was a little confused. The Crown Prince didn't say anything, but he always felt that the Crown Prince already knew what the Crown Princess was thinking.
Well, the prince and the prince's concubine are not called the same, do they have a clear understanding of each other?
Pei Huan didn't know what An Yi was thinking. When he entered the imperial study, he heard the emperor mention that King Yong had encountered an assassin.
"The Queen Mother's birthday will be in half a month. I plan to hold a banquet in the palace. I don't want to see the same situation again. Do you have any ideas about this?"
Pei Huan handed over his hand and said, "If I go back to the emperor, the Queen Mother's birthday is important, but if there is a banquet, trouble will definitely occur. Several small countries on the border have been trying to make trouble, and the Queen Mother's birthday will definitely give them an opportunity. By then, there will probably be trouble on the border.
There will be chaos."
The emperor sat behind the royal desk and frowned slightly when he heard this: "I know this, but the Queen Mother's birthday cannot be exceeded."
Pei Huan naturally knew this and said: "What the emperor said is true. I also have a way to temporarily stabilize the small country. It depends on whether the emperor is willing to let it go."
The emperor's tone was majestic: "What is the solution?"
Pei Huan smiled and mentioned someone: "The daughter of King Yong, Princess Huayang, is eighteen years old. It is the time to choose a husband."
The emperor narrowed his eyes: "You want me to show my willingness to marry?"
"Only clear words are called wishes. Without clear words, they can only be regarded as mere illusions, not true." Pei Huan's tone was indifferent, as if he was saying something very ordinary.
The emperor pondered, spreading the news of the marriage would indeed stabilize the border situation and make the Queen Mother's birthday smooth, but it's just that King Yong's side...
"Prince Yong will definitely not agree."
Pei Huan's eyes were dim, but there was still no fluctuation in his voice: "The emperor is the king, and King Yong is the minister. No minister can surpass the king at any time. He has no right to oppose the emperor's will."
"Hahaha……"
The emperor laughed: "It is said that a minister cannot surpass the king, so Princess Huayang has indeed reached the age of marriage, so I will do as you say."
Putting aside the worries in his heart, the emperor waved away Pei Huan.
The wheelchair rolled on the road paved with bluestones and soon arrived at the entrance of the palace. At this time, the wheelchair suddenly stopped.
Pei Huan turned his head slightly, guessing that someone was blocking the road, and asked, "Who is blocking the road?"
"It seems that Prince Pei's eyes are really useless. It's a pity that our great Zhou Dynasty lacks a strong general."
The majestic voice fell, and Pei Huan recognized the person from the voice, and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, King Yong, for caring about me. Your eyesight is quite good, and it is not useless."
"Ah!"
King Yong was dressed in a black gown, with one hand behind his back, looking down at Pei Huan. The aura around him was like a wave rushing towards Pei Huan, fierce and murderous.
However, Pei Huan remained motionless, seemingly not feeling the impact and oppression of King Yong at all, but his calmness and calmness had already neutralized King Yong's offensive.
After a while, King Yong waved his sleeves and walked around Pei Huan: "Then protect your eyes. Don't be poisoned and gouged out by others. No one will be able to protect you then."
An Yi followed King Yong around with his eyes. It wasn't until King Yong left that he lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, please keep an eye on me..."
Pei Huan raised his hand and An Yi immediately fell silent.
"You are no match for King Yong, and it is useless to stare at you."
When the carriage was approaching the Hou Mansion, An Yi couldn't help but ask: "Prince Yong can reach out so well, how could he be hurt by the assassin?"
Pei Huan sneered: "Who told you that he was injured?"
An Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and he lowered his head and dared not say anything.
In the silence, the driver's reminder came: "The Marquis Mansion has arrived."
After getting off the carriage, Pei Huan said calmly: "When we leave the border, all the vigilance and sensitivity you waited for have disappeared. Go ahead and receive your punishment."
"yes!"
The next day, Song Shuwan rushed to Cunshan Hall. As soon as she sat down, she saw Yue Hong and Zhong Rou appearing at the door together. Her doubtful eyes swept over the two of them and finally landed on Zhong Rou's face.
Didn't she fall into Hongfang's hands last night? How did she escape?
"I've met the Crown Princess."
Yue Hong's voice brought Song Shuwan back to her thoughts, and she smiled slightly: "Miss Yue, you don't need to be polite."
After finishing speaking, she looked at Zhong Rou, and the expression on her face instantly turned cold: "I wonder why my sister came here today?"
Zhong Rou pursed her lips, and the contempt and resentment in her eyes flashed: "I'm here to give someone something."
Song Shuwan felt strange: "Who asked you to send something?"
Zhong Rou did not respond, but took out a box from her arms and placed it in front of Song Shuwan.
Song Shuwan's originally casual eyes turned solemn in an instant after glancing at the box. It was the box that used to contain the Yunding Incense. Last night at the Red Square, she sent the box and the Yunding Incense to the auction.
Thirty thousand taels of gold were already in her hands, so how could Zhong Rou have a box in her hands?
No, is the Genting Incense still in the box?
Song Shuwan reached out and opened the box after some hesitation, and Yunding Xiang came into view.
The words in his mouth changed several times, but it was finally because of Yue Hong next to him who pressed the button: "Baicao, take this box off."
Baicao came over, glanced at the Yunding Incense in the box, and was almost stunned. Why did something that had been auctioned come back?
She thought about it, but her hand movements were not slow, and she quickly left with the box.
Although Yue Hong felt strange, she didn't think much about it and left after sitting for a while.
Song Shuwan watched her leave, then turned her gaze to Zhong Rou: "Who gave you that box?"
Zhong Rou pursed her lips and smiled: "Whoever gave it to you is who gave it to me, sister. Some people's kindness is not meant to be wasted. Next time, he will kill you."
