Mrs. Hou didn't expect Pei Huan to come back so quickly, and she was stunned for a moment.
When the servants on both sides saw this, they didn't dare to step forward anymore. They were a little worried. What should they do now?
"you you……"
Mrs. Hou's fingers were trembling and she wanted to speak several times, but she didn't know what to say.
Pei Huan's empty eyes swept across her face lightly, and then he grabbed Song Shuwan accurately: "Let's go back to the courtyard."
Song Shuwan nodded, and when passing by Mrs. Hou, she glanced at the woman next to her, and a trace of ridicule flashed in her eyes.
He regarded Mrs. Hou as his backer, but this backer had no power to fight back against Pei Huan.
On the way, Song Shuwan told the story about Qingfengyuan being surrounded, and Pei Huan said lightly: "They have left now."
Song Shuwan expressed doubts, but after a moment she was stunned. There was no one around Qingfeng Yuan. Thinking that Mrs. Hou was silent when she met Pei Huan, she subconsciously looked at Pei Huan.
The Marquis has always emphasized that he is the one who calls the shots in the Hou Mansion. Maybe it's not the threat she thinks of, but she simply wants to give herself a certain affirmation, right?
Pei Huan was more terrifying than she thought.
"What are you thinking about?"
The questioning voice brought Song Shuwan back from her thoughts. She tugged at the corner of her lower lip: "It's nothing. It's getting late. Your Majesty, please go to bed soon."
After leaving the message, Song Shuwan went back to the room first.
Pei Huan couldn't see it, but his eyes seemed to be able to see it, and he kept following Song Shuwan's figure.
In the Green Bamboo Courtyard, Mrs. Hou rubbed the sore spot from the fall, turned her head and saw the woman beside her with her head lowered, looking like she was lost in thought, and she suddenly became very angry.
"Bai Qing, I asked you to stop the man, but it's better for you. He was speechless after just a few words. You are like this, and you still want to marry into the Hou Mansion? What a waste!"
The more she talked, the angrier she became. She raised her hand and gave Bai Qing a slap. The previous one was destroyed by Song Shuwan. Unexpectedly, the new Bai Qing was still not good. He was a waste. How could she kill Pei Huan?
Bai Qing got excited and knelt down, holding the place where he was beaten, with tears in his eyes: "Aunt, it's Bai Qing's fault. Bai Qing didn't do things well and let aunt down."
At this moment, the closed door was pushed open. Mr. Hou glanced at Bai Qing who was kneeling on the ground, and then at Mrs. Hou.
"You're so good, why do you let your child kneel down again? Bai Qing, get up."
Bai Qing looked at Mrs. Hou carefully, lowered her head timidly, and did not get up.
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Hou showed some satisfaction on her face. The people she brought into the house had to obey her: "Get up."
"yes."
Bai Qing bit her lip, holding the hem of her skirt and retreating to the side.
Seeing this, Mr. Hou on the side saw a bit of anger flashing in his eyes. He was the head of the Hou family. Even if Pei Huan challenged his bottom line, the person next to him dared to be so presumptuous. Very good, very good.
Mrs. Hou didn't know what Mr. Hou was thinking. After looking at Bai Qing for a few times, she felt that she was an eyesore, so she simply pushed her away.
"Master Marquis, don't be angry. Pei Huan used to listen to you. Let me tell you, he was still seduced by Song Shuwan. I was thinking about giving Pei Huan a concubine to spread out.
How much does he value Song Shuwan?"
The Marquis narrowed his eyes slightly. Taking concubines was indeed a solution. The question was, would Pei Huan agree?
After hearing this, Mrs. Hou chuckled: "Pei Huan is young and has stayed at the border for so long before. He doesn't understand many things. I'm afraid Song Shuwan doesn't have the tenderness and gentleness of a woman. If there is a comparison, then
…”
Mrs. Hou didn't finish what she said, but Mr. Hou understood.
"In that case, then you can find a concubine for him. The step-son is still young, and as the eldest brother, he should be able to contribute to the development of my palace."
Mrs. Hou raised her eyebrows and said, "Yes, I will definitely choose a good concubine for the prince."
She felt that Bai Qing was quite suitable.
The next day, Song Shuwan did not go to Cunshan Hall, but concentrated on Pei Huan's treatment in the mansion.
Near noon, two gentle knocks suddenly sounded outside the closed door. Song Shuwan took a closer look and found that it was An Yi. An Yi's face was full of anxiety: "Prince Princess, are you free now?"
Song Shuwan was slightly startled: "But something went wrong with the Crown Prince?"
An Yi's face was solemn: "There is indeed something wrong with the Crown Prince, Crown Princess, can you leave the capital with your subordinates?"
Song Shuwan frowned slightly, stood up and quickly followed An Yi away. A moment later, a carriage left the Hou Mansion and headed straight out of the city.
Song Shuwan felt something was wrong. An Yi's words were ambiguous and did not answer the key at all. Prince, when you leave the city, could it be the problem of that person last night?
Thinking about it, Song Shuwan opened the car window and looked outside for a few times. Suddenly she realized that the direction of the carriage was not the previous mansion, and she quickly called An Yi to come closer.
"An Yi, where are we going?"
An Yi held the reins in his hand: "Go to Taihe Temple."
Taihe Temple is the most famous temple inside and outside the capital, with officials and nobles as well as ordinary people visiting it from time to time.
All the way to the top of the mountain, Song Shuwan stood in front of the gate of Taihe Temple, looking at the majestic and tall temple, and cast doubtful eyes on An Yi.
"Don't tell me that the Crown Prince is in the temple."
An Yi took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "The prince is in the temple."
After burning the incense, Song Shuwan saw Pei Huan lying on the bed with a pale face and closed eyes. A wave of anger instantly surged to the top of her head.
"How is this going?"
An Yi lowered his head: "The prince received a letter this morning. The believer invited the prince to go to Taihe Temple to have a talk, but unexpectedly an assassin attacked and injured the prince..."
Having said this, An Yi lost his voice.
Song Shuwan rubbed her eyebrows. Even though her heart was filled with anger, she still pressed it: "Has the wound been taken care of?"
"It's been taken care of, but for some reason, the prince has been unconscious, so..."
Song Shuwan raised her hand to signal An Yi not to say any more, and then walked to the bed to check Pei Huan's pulse.
After a moment, she withdrew her hand with an ugly expression: "Go back first... No, send the person to Cunshan Hall."
Compared to the Hou Mansion, Cunshan Hall was more suitable for Pei Huan to recuperate from his injuries. More importantly, she felt that Pei Huan was unwilling to show his embarrassment to the people of the Hou Mansion.
Half an hour later, several people carried Pei Huan into Cunshan Hall.
Song Shuwan signaled Song Ren to close the door, then grabbed a dozen herbs and handed them to Ding Cun: "Boil three bowls of water into one bowl, and bring it over when it's done."
"good."
Ding Cun left with the medicine, and Song Shuwan turned around, suppressing the rage in her heart and gave Pei Huan the acupuncture.
Not long after, Ding Cun came back with the cooked medicine: "Prince Concubine, the medicine is ready."
Song Shuwan nodded and pulled out the needle on Pei Huan: "An Yi, give the prince some medicine."
An Yi: "..."
He wanted to ask why it wasn't the Crown Princess who gave the medicine, but he didn't dare to ask. The Crown Princess was angry. Crown Prince, could you please wake up quickly?
After taking the medicine, An Yi asked carefully: "Prince Concubine, why is the Crown Prince unconscious?"
