At this moment, a male voice came, followed by Pei Huan in a wheelchair, who was pushed into the room by An Yi.
The little princess turned around, and the joy on her face solidified before it appeared: "Have you had enough trouble? When did I make trouble?"
Pei Huan frowned: "You have attacked my princess several times for no reason, why are you not making trouble?"
"For no reason? She is just a cousin who is getting married. She is not worthy of being your crown prince." The little princess suddenly calmed down, but her words were still sulky.
Pei Huan held his eyebrows and said: "Little princess, Song Shuwan is my matchmaker, who was carried into Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion in eight sedans. She is my eldest concubine. Whether she is married on behalf of someone else has nothing to do with her, and there is no question of whether she is worthy of me or not.
The problem is, she is just my Crown Princess."
After a pause, he continued: "I have already informed the emperor about today's affairs. The little princess also knows how the emperor has arranged for you. Please return to the palace as soon as possible. I will not keep you here."
The little princess opened her eyes wide, looked back and forth, and suddenly smiled: "Do you want me to leave Beijing? It's impossible, I will never leave Beijing."
The little princess dropped her words and left quickly with a group of people.
The room became silent, and Pei Huan said, "I will compensate you for what happened to the little princess."
Song Shuwan sneered: "You want to take the matter away with just one stab and some compensation? The prince is thinking of things too simply."
"What do you want?"
Song Shuwan held up her arms and tried to sit up. The wound on her abdomen was stretched, but she didn't care. She only stared at Pei Huan with her eyes.
"I want to know why the little princess lost control and targeted me?"
Pei Huan closed his eyes and sighed for a long time: "It's useless if you know this."
Song Shuwan gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the pain in her abdomen: "No matter how useless it is, I will still be a sensible person."
"I was the one who facilitated Princess Jingyang's departure from Beijing."
Song Shuwan paused: "Princess Jingyang? Didn't she leave the capital..."
"The emperor originally planned to let Princess Jingyang marry Xie Youxing. After King Yong entered the palace, he changed his mind and exchanged military power for the emperor. But the emperor's heart was unpredictable. I asked someone to pass some words over, and the emperor changed his mind and married Jingyang.
The princess was sent to have her hair cut off as a nun, and I——"
Pei Huan's eyes fell on Song Shuwan's face from a distance: "Taking advantage of the reputation of Prince Yong's palace being damaged, I gathered evidence of the crimes of several of his officials. At the time of arrest, I sent you to the palace for fear of an accident.
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"As for the little princess, she probably knew something. She was afraid that she would become the second Princess Jingyang, so she decided to take action against you. But I didn't expect that she would find Zhong Rou to save Princess Jingyang and leave. It's a pity that something happened.
Unexpectedly, the news spread back to the capital, and you know what happened next."
Song Shuwan was stunned. She still remembered that Pei Huan had vowed before that King Yong would use military power to make matters worse, but in the end, this man had a hand in the most critical place.
If Pei Huan hadn't explained it today, she might have always thought that it was King Yong who made the arrangement, and she would never have imagined that there were all these twists and turns.
Song Shuwan's lips trembled, and she opened and closed her lips several times before speaking: "No matter what happens to the little princess, she will never become the second Princess Jingyang."
There are too many differences between Princess Jingyang and the little princess. I haven’t seen the evidence today, but the little princess can still rush from the palace to the Marquis’ mansion to cause trouble for her?
Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair: "The Emperor's patience is limited. If the little princess continues like this, it will be a matter of time before the little princess becomes the first Princess Jingyang."
Song Shuwan closed her eyes: "Your Majesty, please leave. I want to rest for a while."
"Um."
The sound of the wheelchair faded away, and Baicao, who had been silent all this time, stepped forward and closed the door: "Prince Princess, do you want your wound to be treated again?"
Song Shuwan opened her eyes: "Bring me the third bottle of medicine from my cabinet."
After a while, Baicao came to the bedside with a white porcelain vase: "Is this the porcelain vase that the Crown Princess is talking about?"
"right."
Song Shuwan took off the bandage: "Come and give me the medicine. Remember, you have to do it quickly and use a lot of medicine powder."
Baicao nodded and sprinkled the powder on without saying a word.
Song Shuwan was about to faint from the pain, her teeth bit into her lips, and the smell of blood instantly filled her mouth.
"Prince Princess, are you okay?"
Baicao's concerned inquiry sounded. Song Shuwan opened her eyes. The cold sweat from her forehead made her wet hair cling to her face: "No, it's okay. Keep spreading."
Baicao's pupils shrank: "But..."
Song Shuwan struggled to say two words: "Continue."
Hearing this, Baicao closed his eyes, opened them again and sprinkled the medicine powder once more.
Song Shuwan's vision went dark and she lost consciousness. After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes again and saw Baicao handling a bloody bandage.
She asked weakly: "How long have I been unconscious?"
"The time of a stick of incense."
Is it so short?
Song Shuwan's eyes were dazed for a moment, and she closed her eyes with a wry smile: "Please come over, Mr. Han."
After drinking some tea, Han Sanzhen appeared: "Why, the wound hurts again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed something was wrong. The smell of blood in the room was too strong: "Your wound is open?"
Song Shuwan nodded: "As expected of Han Langzhong, my wound..."
"Has it been dealt with?" Han Sanzhen looked solemn and interrupted Song Shuwan's words.
"It has just been dealt with. I have given you good medicine for the injury. It will recover quickly."
Han Sanzhen snorted coldly: "Then why did you come here to find me?"
Song Shuwan was supported by Baicao and leaned against the bed. Although her voice was weak, her tone was very firm: "I would like to ask if the prince's legs and eyes can heal faster?"
Han Sanzhen narrowed his eyes: "How fast do you want it?"
Song Shuwan: "Within a month?"
"I want to go there in my dreams."
Han Sanzhen dropped five words and walked away without looking back on crutches.
Song Shuwan did not move, but turned her gaze slightly, and then met Baicao's gaze, who had a thoughtful look on his face.
Just when Song Shuwan thought Baicao would be silent, she suddenly asked: "Does the Crown Princess want to stay away from the Crown Prince?"
As a person who was sent here, Baicao knew some of the situation, so he asked this question.
Song Shuwan's lips curled up with a pale arc, and she asked instead of answering: "Do you think I can survive if I stay in the Marquis's residence any longer?"
In order to get revenge, she no longer takes her life seriously, but that doesn't mean she is willing to lose her life for some love.
Therefore, she could not delay any longer. She wanted to cure Pei Huan as soon as possible. After her revenge, it didn't matter to her whether he lived or died.
Baicao was speechless and said for a long time: "The prince still cares about the prince's concubine."
Song Shuwan was speechless. Do you care? Maybe, but those concerns can't protect her.
As soon as the time passed to the next day, Song Shuwan had changed her medicine and was leaning on the bedside with her eyes closed to rest, when she heard a "squeak" and the door was pushed open.