When Mr. Hou and Mrs. Hou appeared, Song Shuwan happened to pull out the golden needle from Pei Huan's body. She turned her head slightly when she heard this. Before she could speak, she was patted on the back of her hand by Pei Huan.
Seeing this, Song Shuwan ignored the two princes.
Such behavior made the Marquis even more angry: "Song Shuwan, is this how you treat your elders?"
"This is Qingfengyuan. She can do whatever she wants. Is there any problem?" Pei Huan spoke slowly, without any fluctuations in his voice, but it made the Marquis freeze for an instant.
"I don't care what happens to her in Qingfeng Yuan, but she has ruined the reputation of the Hou Mansion, and I must give an explanation for this matter."
Pei Huan sneered: "Without your approval, my servant dares to let the door be smashed? I know very well what you are thinking. You want to use this matter to tease me, but you don't have the ability."
Song Shuwan listened carefully to Pei Huan's words and looked down upon the Marquis more and more. He didn't look like an elder at all.
It's strange to say that Pei Huan is also a scheming person. How can he tolerate the Marquis dancing next to him all the time?
"Pei Huan, you are so presumptuous!"
Mr. Hou was so angry that his eyes were full of evil. Pei Huan was not like this in the past. It must be Song Shuwan. It was this bitch who influenced Pei Huan by blowing the pillow.
"Song Shuwan, our Marquis Mansion will divorce you sooner or later."
Song Shuwan: "..."
She watched the Marquis go away, and felt very confused. Why did the Marquis cry for the Marquis to divorce her when he was so embarrassed in front of Pei Huan? What is the connection between the two?
"Prince?" Song Shuwan called tentatively.
Pei Huan remained unmoved: "Old people will always have some abnormalities in their brains."
Song Shuwan glanced at Pei Huan, but didn't say anything. Ever since the incident with Song Ren, she and Pei Huan had lost the initial trust. At most, they still maintained a little peace and naturalness on the surface.
Time passed five days later, and the talk in the capital about Song Shuwan's obstruction of treatment gradually became less and less, replaced by Fang Zi's doubts.
"I drank it for a few days, and the prescription had some effect at first. Why is it that the more I drink it, the more tired I become?"
"Yes, why can't that prescription cure us completely?"
As more people became suspicious, relevant remarks were spread into the palace. The emperor maintained a good mood for several days, but disappeared instantly after hearing the report.
"Xuan Zhengyao is here."
"yes!"
Soon, Zheng Yao entered the royal study, knelt down in it, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead unconsciously.
"I am here to see you, Your Majesty."
The emperor glanced at him, processed a few memorials, and then motioned him to get up: "You must have heard what was said in the capital. What's the explanation?"
Zheng Yao lowered his head: "Weichen did hear some of it, but Weichen firmly believes that the prescription is useful. It's just that he hasn't eaten it for a long time, so the people are suspicious."
The emperor's cold eyes fell on him, and the silent oppression made Zheng Yao tremble uncontrollably. As time passed, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he knelt down with a "plop".
"Your Majesty, I am a minister..."
The emperor threw the memorial in his hand on the imperial desk: "What I want is not prevarication, Zheng Yao. It was you who said at that time that the prescription could cure the illness in Beijing, but now it has been seven or eight days, and I haven't seen it yet.
In the end, Zheng Yao, what happened to Fangzi?"
Zheng Yao swallowed: "Your Majesty, Wei Chen, Wei Chen did hide something."
The emperor spoke like nails: "Say."
"The herbs in that prescription are not complete enough, that's why the current situation is happening, but Wei Chen, Wei Chen is already thinking of a way, and within two days, there will be a new prescription."
The emperor looked at him steadily, and the atmosphere became stagnant in silence.
After a while, the emperor said coldly: "Three days, I will give you three more days. If you still can't handle it, then come to me with your head in hand and get out!"
Zheng Yao was excited for a moment: "Yes, I will resign."
Hou Mansion.
Song Shuwan rubbed her shoulders, her eyes fell on the prescription in front of her, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up. After seven days of comparison and medicine testing, she finally determined the prescription to treat Jingzhong's illness.
At this moment, Baicao and Feiyuan walked in from outside the door, their expressions were extremely solemn.
Baicao said in a solemn tone: "Prince Concubine, my servants have heard that Zheng Yao has been admitted to the palace by the emperor."
Song Shuwan poured a cup of tea and sipped it slowly: "It must be about the illness in Beijing. The prescription in his hand is useless, so the emperor will naturally ask about it."
Fei Yuan frowned and was very unhappy: "That prescription was obviously made by the imperial concubine. He stole the prescription and has gone through so much trouble now. He deserves to be proclaimed to the palace by the emperor. It's just that the people are innocent, so we can't keep it forever.
Let the people be fooled by him?"
Song Shuwan smiled and put down the cup in her hand: "He won't be able to fool him for a few more days."
Fei Yuan was stunned: "Why?"
She didn't understand, but Baicao understood and asked in surprise: "Has the Crown Princess figured out the real recipe?"
Song Shuwan nodded and pushed the prescription in front of her: "I took the strange medicine three days ago, and now my body has recovered."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Baicao and Feiyuan changed. Feiyuan's voice suddenly rose up: "Prince Concubine, how can you take that strange medicine? What if something happens to you?"
Baicao didn't make a sound, but the look on his face was one of obvious agreement.
Song Shuwan smiled and said: "I dare to eat it only when I am sure. The recipe is right here. Let's put it out in two days."
She had no intention of saying more, so Baicao and Feiyuan could only change the topic.
At this time, An Yi appeared: "The Crown Princess, the Crown Prince invites you."
Song Shuwan nodded, handed the prescription to Baicao and put it away, then got up and went to Pei Huan's room.
"Zheng Yao was reprimanded by the emperor and ordered to cure the illness in Beijing within three days."
Song Shuwan looked slightly startled, then she responded with a smile and said: "The Crown Prince asked me to come here, shouldn't it be just for this matter?"
Pei Huan nodded and asked, "Do you know a man named Shang Lun?"
"Shang Lun?"
Song Shuwan slowly repeated the name, frowning slightly: "I have never heard of this person."
Pei Huan: "An Yi."
An Yi stepped forward and unfolded a scroll.
Song Shuwan looked at the person above, her pupils suddenly shrank: "Chen Yu!"
Chen Yu was her father's student when he was still alive. He was not well-known, but he was extremely knowledgeable and very considerate in his conduct.
Her father once said that this son would have a bright future and would become his most proud student. However, after the incident in the Song family, Chen Yu disappeared.
Song Shuwan was unable to protect herself at that time, and she had no spare energy to look for Chen Yu. She never expected to see Chen Yu's portrait today.
In the silence, Song Shuwan asked: "Your Majesty, is the man in this portrait called Shang Lun now? Where is he now?"
Pei Huan said lightly: "He is now a guest of Prince Yong's Mansion, and he is very important in front of Prince Yong. The time when he entered Prince Yong's Mansion was the second day after the Song family was ransacked."
