Song Shuwan was silent, letting the evening wind blow her hair and clothes. She wondered why someone always targeted a medical clinic for no reason, and she was the one who was offended.
"Your Majesty, does he know who is behind the scenes?"
Pei Huan shook his head: "It has not been found yet, but the body of the young prince of Nanming is related to Cunshan Hall, and the person who killed him may be targeting you."
"I will take Fei Yuan with me."
Song Shuwan replied lightly, although it was a bit inexplicable, it would be best if the person who killed the young prince of Nanming didn't take action, and she wouldn't care if he did, as it wouldn't hurt her anyway.
After that, she sent Pei Huan back to the room, turned around, and sat down in the yard.
Baicao found it and went back to the room to get the cloak: "The more exposed you are, the imperial concubine must be careful."
Song Shuwan held her cloak with one hand and arched her eyebrows slightly: "I understand."
She raised her head and looked at the stars in the sky, with a somewhat incomprehensible emotion in her eyes.
Baicao felt that the Crown Princess was surrounded by loneliness, as if she was about to be cut off from the world, and couldn't help shouting: "The Crown Princess."
Song Shuwan came back to her senses, and her black and white eyes fell on her face: "What's wrong?"
Baicao knew it was the wrong time to shout when she heard the words. She pursed her lower lip when she heard the words: "I would like to ask, where do you plan to have dinner?"
Song Shuwan touched her belly and was surprised to realize that she hadn't had dinner yet: "Then..."
"Ask the kitchen to bring dinner."
A deep male voice interrupted Song Shuwan's words, and then the sound of a wheelchair rolling on the ground was heard, and An Yi appeared pushing Pei Huan.
Song Shuwan held her cheek with one hand and looked at Pei Huan approaching with a calm expression: "How come the prince is interested in coming to the yard?"
Pei Huan slightly twitched the corners of his lips: "I'm tired of staying in the house."
The servant girl in the courtyard prepared dinner and then stepped aside.
Song Shuwan looked at Pei Huan with her peripheral vision, and said casually: "I heard that the prince traveled to many places during the day, isn't it very hard?"
Pei Huan moved for a moment, and his eyes became more thoughtful: "Hard work doesn't count. With this wheelchair, I am just a person."
The two chatted, and the words they spoke seemed ordinary, but there were hints in every sentence.
After dinner, Pei Huan asked An Yi to push him back, and before leaving, he suddenly left a message: "Princess Huayang has returned to Beijing."
Princess Huayang, isn’t that the daughter of King Yong?
Song Shuwan was slightly startled, and was about to ask in detail, why did he suddenly mention Princess Huayang when Pei Huan had already left? Also, there was something wrong with Pei Huan's demeanor just now. He was obviously still wary of himself.
On the other side, Pei Huan returned to the house, his expression suddenly darkening: "Check to see who leaked my whereabouts."
It was impossible for Song Shuwan to ask that question for no reason, someone must have said something behind her back.
An Yi lowered his head: "Yes!"
The next day, Song Shuwan suddenly lost the idea of going to Cunshan Hall. After breakfast, she sat in the courtyard. Not long after, she saw Pei Huan appear, and she was about to go out.
"Good morning, Your Majesty."
Pei Huan nodded slightly and asked, "Aren't you going to Cunshan Hall today?"
Song Shuwan didn't say that she didn't plan to go, but said: "I'll go in a while."
Pei Huan smiled: "Do you need me to send you there?"
Song Shuwan shook her head and rejected Pei Huan's kindness: "Your Majesty, you should go about your own business. I will take Baicao and Feiyuan with me later."
Hearing this, Pei Huan didn't stay any longer.
Song Shuwan watched Pei Huan and his party disappear around the corner, her brows furrowed unconsciously.
Fei Yuan turned her head and asked curiously: "Why is the Crown Princess staring at the Crown Prince's figure? But she can't bear to leave the Crown Prince?"
Song Shuwan: "..."
It's not like she couldn't bear to part with Pei Huan.
Raising her hand and tapping Fei Yuan's forehead, Song Shuwan said lightly: "I'm just thinking about what the prince is going to do. Okay, don't sit still and come with me for a walk."
Just as he was talking, Liu Mei appeared at the door of the yard.
Song Shuwan's eyes met hers, and she felt a little irritated for no reason. What was Liu Mei going to do?
"Liu Mei has met the Crown Princess."
"No need to be polite, Mr. Liu came here so early, but is there something wrong?"
Liu Mei pursed her lips and smiled: "Liu Mei received a post yesterday from the daughter of the Minister of Rites, Zhang Jin, inviting the noble lady from the capital to come over and enjoy the flowers. I wonder if the Crown Princess wants to go with her?"
Sun Ling, Minister of Rites?
If she remembered correctly, this person was apparently from King Yong's side.
Song Shuwan raised her eyes: "Where is the post?"
The smile on Liu Mei's face was slightly stiff, but she quickly reacted: "That post belongs to the Hou Mansion, so it is naturally in the hands of the steward of the Hou Mansion."
"Manager of the Marquis Mansion?"
Song Shuwan repeated Liu Mei's words, leaning forward slightly with a faint smile on her lips. She was not stupid, she knew what the post was about as soon as she heard it.
It was ridiculous to take the post given to her by Shangshufu and treat it as her own, but Liu Mei also reminded her of one thing.
At the palace banquet, Yue Hong mentioned that she had rejected posts from various companies, and she had not settled the accounts with the manager yet.
"Baicao, invite the steward here."
Liu Mei was startled: "Shi, what does this mean?"
Song Shuwan glanced at her and ignored her.
Soon, the steward entered Qingfengyuan and knelt on the ground as soon as he entered the door: "I have seen the imperial concubine."
Song Shuwan nodded and asked slowly: "Do you know why I called you here today?"
The steward stiffened and rolled his eyes: "I don't know."
"Do you not know? Or do you not want to know?"
Song Shuwan's light eyes swept over Liu Mei and then landed on the steward. She suddenly stood up and kicked the steward hard.
With a "bang", the steward fell to the ground, but soon he got up again and knelt down upright.
Song Shuwan looked at him condescendingly: "If it weren't for the palace banquet, I wouldn't have known that there were so many bold servants in the Hou Mansion who would even dare to take down my posts, ruin my reputation, and deceive others. Do you still remember yours?"
Identity? The Hou Mansion has raised a bunch of evil slaves like you. When word spreads, others say that the Hou Mansion is very unruly. Can you afford this bad reputation?"
The steward was trembling, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly calmed down: "About the post, I, Princess, can explain it to you, you..."
Song Shuwan did not listen to his explanation, and raised her chin slightly: "Baicao, according to the rules of the Marquis Mansion, how should we deal with such evil slaves?"
Baicao stepped forward and said, "If I return to my concubine, these evil slaves will be killed with a stick according to the rules of the Marquis. If you are kind-hearted, you can also sell them to Yaxing."
The steward was shocked: "You, you... I have been the steward of the Hou Mansion for many years, you are just a princess, you are not qualified to deal with me!"
Song Shuwan casually looked away and ignored the manager: "Then sell it to the dental clinic and pass it on. If there are people like this who deceive others in the future, they will be beaten to death!"
The steward was furious: "Why do you betray me? I want to see my wife, I want to see you, huh huh..."
Baicao called two boys to stop the steward's mouth, and was about to pull him away when Liu Mei, who had been watching, could no longer hold back.
"Stop, if the Crown Princess feels uncomfortable because I used your post, you can just say it. Liu Mei doesn't want the post, but he is just a servant in charge and can't be the boss of others. Why do you bother him?"
