Song Shuwan's face changed slightly, her scrutinizing eyes swept over Prince Ning, and then fell on the beggars who were still lying on the ground. Various thoughts went through her mind, and she suddenly calmed down.
"If someone is killed in Cunshan Hall, I, as the owner, will naturally bear the responsibility, but the government also needs evidence when doing things. Prince Ning and these beggars want to convict me with empty words. I don't know which article in the Zhou Dynasty law they are based on? Or?
Said, in Prince Ning’s heart, you are more strict and majestic than the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty? If so, is it necessary for the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty to exist? "
After saying these words, the surroundings fell into silence, and the expression on Prince Ning's face gradually faded. After a moment, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes.
"The Crown Princess is indeed bold. I originally wanted to come to watch a show, but I didn't expect you to even dare to say these words. If so, how can I let the Crown Princess down?"
Before Song Shuwan had time to react, a figure quickly blocked in front of her. It was Zhen Yuan holding a scimitar. There was only a "ding" sound, and the other figure stepped back at a faster speed.
Zhen Yuan's eyebrows were solemn: "Is this the masculinity of Prince Ning when he attacks a woman in the street?"
Prince Ning landed on the ground and gently closed the folding fan in his hand: "Manliness? I always only look at the results."
Zhen Yuan's face changed slightly, and his hand holding the scimitar tightened slightly. Looking at Prince Ning's appearance, he was afraid that he would not be able to do anything good today. Fortunately, the beggars who made a fuss before were all knocked unconscious by the Crown Princess. Prince Ning alone should be able to cause trouble.
Not big.
With this in mind, Zhen Yuan turned slightly sideways and said, "Prince Princess, please get into the carriage first."
Song Shuwan's thoughts were still on the matter just now, and she realized that Prince Ning wanted to kill her, so she agreed without thinking.
However, before she could enter the carriage, Prince Ning rushed up again: "Since I promised to give an explanation to those people, Princess Pei must pay the price today."
Zhen Yuan sneered: "Prince Ning must have been so praised by others. Are you capable enough to kill someone in front of me, Zhen Yuan?"
Song Shuwan's pupils suddenly shrank and she staggered back a step. At the same time, Zhen Yuan had already faced Prince Ning's attack.
What's going on? When did someone die in Cunshantang? Why didn't she hear anything about it?
Song Shuwan clenched her fingers and stepped back into the carriage. She was no match for Prince Ning, so she could only try to avoid becoming a burden to Zhen Yuan.
The beggar on the ground was restrained by the golden needles and could not move. He could only watch the two men fighting beside him.
Song Shuwan looked on coldly, she wanted to pull out the golden needle, but Prince Ning was after her, and she would probably lose her life if she went there.
How could Pei Huan have the nerve to say that Prince Ning treated her specially when he was so ruthless?
"boom!"
Prince Ning flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. The next moment, the scimitar in Zhen Yuan's hand was placed on his neck.
There was silence all around, and the people who gathered around to watch the show all wished they had to be here. Seeing Prince Ning in such a mess, they would not be silenced in the future, right?
In the stalemate, a chuckle broke the silence.
"Miss Zhen, the Crown Princess, Prince Ning, Mr. Wen are so polite."
Wen Yixiu carried the food box and crossed the crowd. His dark clothes embroidered with bamboo patterns made him very elegant, but what was more attractive was his face, which was indistinguishable from male to female and unparalleled in beauty.
"My lord, it's Mr. Wen."
"See, Mr. Wen is still so good-looking."
The admiration for Wen Yixiu's appearance outweighed the fear of Prince Ning, and for a while, the atmosphere around him became much more lively.
Wen Yixiu seemed unaware and carried the food box to Zhen Yuan's side: "Miss Zhen, would you like to try the new snacks from Mixin Pavilion?"
Zhen Yuan did not move.
Seeing this, Wen Yixiu asked again.
"eventful!"
Zhen Yuan uttered two words coldly, took back the scimitar, and went straight back to the carriage: "Go back to the Marquis' Mansion."
Song Shuwan tilted her head slightly: "Miss Zhen is angry with Mr. Wen?"
Zhen Yuan said calmly: "Why should I be angry with him? He is just a stranger."
Stranger?
Song Shuwan recalled the scene where the two of them met before, and frowned slightly. The two of them didn't look like strangers, but Zhen Yuan didn't admit it, so there was no need for her to say anything more.
Thinking about it, Song Shuwan took this matter away and turned to talk about the lotus appreciation banquet: "Aren't you going to enter the palace?"
Zhen Yuan asked back: "Does the Crown Princess still have the energy to deal with the accusations at the lotus appreciation banquet?"
Song Shuwan was silent. To be honest, she had no energy anymore.
"I'm not going back to the Marquis Mansion, I'm going directly to Cunshan Hall."
She raised her voice and said something, and the driver outside immediately changed his position. Only then did she have time to think about Prince Ning's behavior.
"Prince Ning is not a nosy person, why would he stand up for those beggars?"
Zhen Yuan slowly sheathed the scimitar and put it into a hidden compartment next to it: "I don't think it's for the beggar, but for you."
"Aimed at me?"
Song Shuwan was a little surprised, but she quickly came to her senses: "The target should not be me, but the Crown Prince. Prince Ning has a grudge against the Crown Prince, and they will fight to the death."
Song Shuwan once heard Pei Huan mention that King Ning became hostile to him when he was at the border and always wanted to kill him.
Zhen Yuan's eyes turned slightly, and a look of helplessness flashed through her eyes: "The Concubine's idea makes some sense, but has the Concubine ever thought about a key point?"
Song Shuwan asked: "What's the key?"
Just as Zhen Yuan was about to reply, a reminder came from the driver outside: "Cunshan Hall has arrived."
The two looked at each other, put the topic aside for the time being, and entered Cunshan Hall.
Behind the counter, Ding Cun was holding a medical book and reading it. When he caught a glimpse of the person coming in, he immediately jumped up with joy.
"Prince Princess, why are you here today?"
Song Shuwan looked around: "There are some things that need to be dealt with. Where is Doctor Han? Why isn't he here?"
Ding Cun scratched his head: "Mr. Han received a patient early this morning. The symptoms were a bit strange, so he followed the patient to his home, but he hasn't come back yet."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan's eyes became more thoughtful, and she asked: "How is Cunshan Hall these days? Nothing happened?"
Ding Cun said with a smile: "With Langzhong Han here, what can happen? Concubine, you don't have to worry, we will take care of it."
Song Shuwan narrowed her eyes. If nothing happened at Cunshan Hall, what happened to the human lives mentioned by the group of beggars led by Prince Ning?
She thought about it and recounted what happened before.
Ding Cun was stunned, his face full of astonishment: "How could it be? Cunshan Hall has received countless patients recently. Except for the one today, they all have common symptoms. How could they die?"
Zhen Yuan, who had been silent all this time, said at this moment: "Are you sure nothing happened to the recent patients? They are not counted as those who are being treated here, even if they are here to get medicine."
Ding Cun shook his head and said very firmly: "No, I have a recent diagnosis and treatment booklet here, which is very detailed. Princess, please take a look."
Just as Song Shuwan was about to take it, there was a sudden noise outside Cunshan Hall: "Is the shopkeeper of Cunshan Hall here?"