The news that King Nanming was gone soon spread to the palace.
In the imperial study room, the emperor listened to the report with an expressionless face, and a cruel look suddenly flashed in his eyes: "If it's gone, it's gone. Just bury it according to royal etiquette."
"yes!"
The palace man bowed and left, quickly conveying the words to the inn.
At that time, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan were still at the inn and had not left. When they heard the news from the palace, both of them felt complicated to varying degrees.
Song Shuwan whispered: "Your Majesty said such words, I'm afraid he is still angry with the prince for forcing him before."
"Um."
Pei Huan hummed lightly and heard a noise outside.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."
But it was Jingming who showed up with dozens of forbidden troops to take the body of King Nanming out of the inn.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, see you later."
Jingming saluted, and the group of people came and left quickly.
Song Shuwan looked at them coldly, didn't say much, and just pushed the wheelchair away.
Back at the Hou Mansion, as soon as Song Shuwan sat down, a servant from Qingzhuyuan came over: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please come over."
Song Shuwan frowned slightly and subconsciously turned her head to look at Pei Huan: "Your Majesty, are you going?"
The expression of the servant who conveyed the message suddenly changed. He glanced at Song Shuwan unhappily and muttered in his heart that the Crown Princess couldn't speak. Is it possible to decide whether she wants to go or not? If the Marquis invites you, she must do it.
past.
As he was thinking about it, he heard the Crown Prince say coldly: "I won't go."
"Don't want to go? Your Majesty, it's the Marquis who has invited you."
Pei Huan's empty eyes fell on his face, and he asked lightly: "So?"
With just three words, the servants were left speechless.
Seeing this, Song Shuwan waved the man away, sat in Pei Huan's room for a while, then got up and left.
On the other side, the servant returned to Qingzhuyuan and told everyone about the conversation. The Marquis's face suddenly darkened and he slapped the table at hand: "This Pei Huan really has no rules at all!"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hou quickly spoke out to comfort her: "Master Hou, please don't be angry. The prince probably doesn't know what you are going to say. So, let me go to Qingfeng Courtyard and invite him over."
The Marquis wanted to get angry, but after thinking about it, he endured it: "Since he doesn't want to come, it doesn't matter whether he goes or not. After all, he is not the one in charge of the Marquis Mansion."
Hearing this, Mrs. Hou sighed faintly: "It's true, Prince, since I got married, it's just a rule... that's all, I talk too much."
The Marquis snorted coldly, threw up his sleeves and left.
Mrs. Hou rolled her eyes slightly: "Well done."
The servant in charge of delivering the message lowered his head: "It's all my wife's good teaching."
A flash of pride flashed in his eyes, and he had just sent the message. He only said that the Marquis wanted to see the Crown Prince, but he did not mention that the reason why the Marquis wanted to see the Crown Prince was because of the death of King Nanming. Who kept the Crown Prince and the Marquis at odds?
Don’t you want to ask more?
"Okay, step back and keep your mouth shut in front of the Marquis."
"I understand, little one."
The next day, as soon as Song Shuwan got up, she saw Baicao bring a post into the room: "The Imperial Concubine, this is a post from the General's Mansion."
General's post?
Surprise flashed in Song Shuwan's eyes: "It's unprovoked. Why did the general's office send this post here?"
"It's Miss Zhen. Miss Zhen has returned home."
Song Shuwan was suddenly a little surprised: "It turns out that she has returned home, but has she washed away her grievances?"
As she spoke, she took the post. As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Baicao say: "The grievances have not been washed away. Yes, the little princess is generous and does not care about Miss Zhen."
Song Shuwan waved her hand, and her eyes were filled with meaning: "You don't care about it, little princess? Our little princess is really... kind-hearted."
Song Shuwan said the word kindness very sarcastically. The little princess definitely did a lot of similar behavior, but the emperor favored her. In addition, she was weak, so it was natural for people to be partial. She was just dragged into it for no reason.
People are very good at basketball, such as her and Zhen Yuan.
Baicao felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and asked in a low voice: "Prince Princess, what was written on that post?"
"I didn't write anything. I just invited me to go to Mingyin Tower to listen to a play tomorrow."
"Mingyin Tower? When I was checking the accounts in the shop, I heard that a beautiful woman came to Mingyin Tower who was very good at telling stories. She told very good stories."
Song Shuwan tilted her head in surprise: "You are a beauty who is very good at storytelling. I didn't expect you, Baicao, to pay attention to these things?"
Baicao coughed twice: "I told you what I said. I accidentally overheard it during the accounting check. By the way, Miss Yue's shop has been taken care of. I think she will leave in the next two days."
Song Shuwan nodded: "I understand. Let me know when she leaves and I will see her off."
"yes."
Baicao leaves.
Life in the Hou Mansion was very peaceful, but outside the Hou Mansion, the death of King Nanming made many people sigh with emotion.
"When he first came to Beijing, Prince Nanming was in great spirits. He didn't expect to pass away in the blink of an eye. Things in the world are really unpredictable."
"Yes, Prince Nanming died in the front, and Prince Nanming died in the back. It's really hard to explain."
Amid discussions among the people in the capital, the body of King Nanming was sent out of the capital to the palace of Nanming in the far south.
No one knew that on the night when the body was sent out of the capital, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan also left the capital.
In the night, a group of people met twenty miles outside the city. A man wrapped in a black robe walked out and said with cupped hands: "Thank you for your help in this matter."
Song Shuwan said nothing, but looked at Pei Huan beside her. The man was in a wheelchair, looking very calm.
"Fake death is indeed a way to escape, but you will become a shady person in the future. Is it worth it?"
"What's not worth it?"
The man in black robe said, lifting the hat on his head, and the face exposed in the moonlight was that of the deceased King Nanming.
King Nanming looked indifferent, and there was no fluctuation in his words: "I avenged my son, and it was worth it."
Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair: "Let me remind you, Xiang Boyun is only in prison now, he is not dead yet."
A cold look flashed in King Nanming's eyes: "So what, my life is gone. If the emperor still dares to protect Xiang Boyun, how will he be able to stop it? It's late, I have to rush back to Nanming.
Prince's Mansion, please come and bring the box."
A guard came forward holding the box, and King Nanming took it. His eyes swept over the two people in front of him, and he handed it to Song Shuwan without thinking.
"Prince Princess, thank you very much this time."
Song Shuwan held the box and slightly arched her eyebrows when she heard this: "It takes a little effort."
King Nanming did not stay, gave the box and took the people away.
Under the night, Song Shuwan looked away from the box: "Your Majesty, what's in this box is..."
"I'll look at things related to the Song family case when I get back."