An San lowered his head, with helplessness in his tone: "Just last night, our people were lured away by several assassins. By the time we reacted and turned back, we were already dead."
Pei Huan put one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair. When he heard this, his fingers tightened instantly: "In other words, you didn't even see the person who killed him?"
An San didn't dare to say anything. As time passed, the atmosphere in the room gradually became tense and solemn.
After a while, Pei Huan pinched his eyebrows and said, "Go down."
An San bowed and left.
At the same time, Song Shuwan also learned about the death of Duan Cheng, the minister of Dali Temple, from an unknown source.
"In other words, someone hired a killer from Hongfang to kill Duan Cheng."
An Yi nodded solemnly: "Yes, Crown Princess, I'm afraid the refugee investigation will be postponed."
Song Shuwan frowned slightly: "Where is King Nanming? Didn't the Crown Prince say that King Nanming is also investigating the refugees? Where is he now?"
An Yi sighed: "King Nanming is still on his way to Beijing."
Song Shuwan fell into silence. At that time, Pei Huan spoke firmly and calmly. She thought that King Nanming had already entered Beijing, but she never expected that he was still on the way. Now that Duan Chengyi is dead and King Nanming is still delayed on the road, who will the emperor send to investigate?
At this moment, an announcement suddenly came into the room: "The imperial edict has arrived——"
Song Shuwan's face changed slightly. What was the emperor doing by announcing the imperial edict at this time?
After a few moments of hesitation, Song Shuwan quickly stood up and walked out. She turned around and saw Pei Huan also appearing. After a short pause, she walked to Pei Huan's side as if nothing had happened. After bowing, they waited together to read out the imperial edict.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the eunuch responsible for reading out the imperial edict asked everyone to stand up and respectfully handed the imperial edict to Song Shuwan.
"The Emperor has said that Prince Pei's body will be the main priority in everything. Please elaborate on this imperial edict with the Crown Prince."
After that, the eunuch bowed and left.
Song Shuwan was slightly startled, and quickly gave An Yi a look next to her. The latter understood and immediately chased after the people who read out the imperial edict.
At this time, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan entered the room. She read the imperial edict and told the man the content. Then she frowned: "What did the emperor think? Why should the prince be responsible for investigating the refugees?"
Pei Huan said calmly: "There is no one else available in Beijing."
Song Shuwan frowned even more: "Isn't there still King Nanming? Even if he hasn't arrived in the capital yet, it won't take long, right?"
"But the people in Beijing will not give King Nanming time."
Pei Huan simply replied and asked An San to step forward: "Go to the Ministry of Justice and ask the Minister of Justice to come to the Marquis Mansion and tell him that I have important matters to discuss with him."
"yes."
An San answered the words and left.
Song Shuwan's eyes were dim, and her slightly suspicious gaze swept across Pei Huan's face. Why did the man not avoid her when he was giving orders?
As soon as the idea came to mind, Pei Huan said, "Are you thinking why I don't avoid you when I do your bidding now?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "Since the prince has thought of it, why do you ask?"
Pei Huan twitched his lips: "An Yi has checked a lot of information for you, right? What do you think of the current situation in Beijing?"
Song Shuwan's eyes flickered, she paused for a moment and said, "What can I say? The prince has forgotten that the little princess Qingyang has made me a target of public criticism. I no longer have a good impression on the people of the capital."
"This situation will not last long, and there will be results soon."
Faced with Song Shuwan's current situation, even Pei Huan could not say anything else but comfort her.
In response, Song Shuwan just twitched the corners of her lips and said nothing.
Not long after, the news that the refugee issue had been transferred to Pei Huan spread throughout the capital, and many people found it strange.
"There are so many ministers in the court, why should the matter be handed over to Prince Pei?"
"Exactly, what is the emperor thinking about?"
Amid many suspicions, the little princess broke into the royal study: "Father, why do you want Pei Huan to deal with the refugee matter? You clearly know..."
The emperor looked at her intently, until the little princess took the initiative to silence, and then slowly spoke: "I know what you are thinking."
The little princess was shocked and lowered her head subconsciously, but the emperor did not stop because of her behavior.
"A few years ago, I didn't agree with you marrying Pei Huan. A few years later, I still won't agree with you marrying Pei Huan."
His tone was slow, but the certainty in his words made the little princess anxious.
"Why? A few years ago, because of Pei Huan's identity, my father didn't want him to become a consort and quit the court and end his career. But now? Now he is a useless person. Even if he becomes a consort, it is just..."
"boom!"
The emperor smashed the paperweight in his hand. The little princess was startled and involuntarily took two steps back: "Father, father?"
The emperor looked at her condescendingly: "There are many young talents of the right age in various families in the court. Anyone can match you, but Pei Huan is the only one who can't. No matter the reason, if you can't do it, you can't do it. Do you understand?"
If anyone else had made these remarks, the emperor would have dragged her down long ago, but the little princess was his favorite, so he gave her an explanation and tolerance.
"If you have nothing else to do, go back to the palace. In two days, I will choose a suitable consort for you from among the young talents in the capital. All you have to do is wait."
The little princess's eyes were red. She wanted to speak several times, but she pressed the button again.
"Yes, I will retire."
After the little princess retreated, Zhou Fuhai entered the imperial study from the outside: "Your Majesty, King Nanming sent a message saying that he will be able to enter Beijing in three days, and he also sent a letter."
Having said this, Zhou Fuhai took out a letter from his arms and handed it over.
The emperor took a look and said: "Xuan Pei Huan enters the palace."
"yes!"
Not long after, Pei Huan entered the palace.
On the other hand, Song Shuwan disguised herself and went to the east of the city. She wanted to see how far the little princess had set up a tent to serve porridge, and also to see the little princess's condition.
Unexpectedly, when she arrived in the east of the city, she heard the crowd saying: "The little princess did not leave the palace today."
"What's going on? Didn't the little princess say before that she would always be here giving porridge? I also want to meet the little princess."
"yes……"
The discussion around them was still going on, but Song Shuwan had no intention of listening anymore. She turned around and left with Fei Yuan. Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, a horse suddenly stopped beside her.
Song Shuwan raised her eyes and met a pair of smiling eyes. After looking at each other for a short time, she frowned slightly: "Prince Xie?"
Xie Youxing sat on the horse and frowned when he heard this: "It's me, you're here because..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Shuwan made a silent gesture: "There are many people here, let's talk somewhere else."
Xie Youxing looked around and reacted belatedly: "Please."
He got off the horse and the others moved to a secluded alley. Xie Youxing turned around and asked: "I heard that the emperor wants Prince Pei to investigate the refugees. Is Princess Pei here for this matter?"