"Miss Song, how did your boudoir daughter know these secrets! The Duke and the Crown Prince have never had any contact, and what's the purpose of your medicine! What is your identity?" the secret guard shouted word by word.
Amid the murderous aura, the moon-white dress moved with the wind.
Song Shuwan chuckled lightly, the pear dimples on her lips were shallow and sweet.
She stretched out her fingers as white as jade and slowly pushed the sword's edge away.
He said calmly: "It is very good to be a loyal servant and protect the master. However, I originally thought that if the prince used my medicine, the God of War would have a 50% chance of returning. Now it seems that half of it is gone."
After that, she opened the red silk box, revealing a small bottle as white as porcelain inside.
Song Shuwan pulled out the jade stopper from the bottle and smiled with bright eyes: "It doesn't matter, in order to prove my innocence, I took this medicine myself..."
"Snapped!"
A stone as big as a fingertip flew over and lightly hit Song Shuwan's wrist, deflecting her movement by half a minute.
Pei Huan raised his head, his dull eyes seemed to be filled with fierceness.
"An Yi." He said coldly.
The secret guard was stunned for a moment and then responded: "Yes!"
He put down the long sword, walked towards Song Shuwan, took the medicine bottle over, held it in his palm and hesitated for a moment.
"Bring it here." Pei Huan's words were like a stone's throw.
Song Shuwan's delicate brows were raised high as she watched Pei Huan pour the medicine bottle into the palm of his hand, then picked up the round ink-colored pill and swallowed it in one gulp.
The Prince of the God of War is indeed courageous.
Pei Huan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and even though he couldn't see his eyes, he pinned them accurately on Song Shuwan's face. He lightly opened his crimson thin lips and said coldly: "Thank you, Miss Song, for the gift of medicine."
"You're welcome, Your Majesty." Song Shuwan smiled and nodded at him.
Pei Huan's perfectly contoured red phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and there was still darkness in front of him, but for some reason, he knew that the girl in front of him must be smiling.
After leaving the small courtyard, Song Shuwan's pretty face became calm, and a deep determination flashed in her eyes.
"Father, mother, my daughter has taken the first step. Please keep a good look at your daughter in heaven. It won't be long before your daughter rehabilitates the Song family." She murmured.
The slender fingers were curled up, almost pinching into the flesh.
At night, the lanterns have stopped, and everything in the Hou Mansion is silent.
"Uh-" A muffled groan came from the remote courtyard.
Pei Huan's forehead was covered with sweat, and the veins on his temples were exposed.
He stretched out his big hands to cover his eyes. His poisoned eyes hurt as if they had been struck by a knife or an axe.
The secret guard jumped down from the beam, half-knelt beside Pei Huan, and said in a loud voice: "The medicine sent by Miss Song must be fake, and my subordinates will execute her now!"
"Wait a minute!" Pei Huan's eyebrows furrowed. Even though he was disabled, he still had thunderous decisiveness. "Wait a minute!"
His eyes were indeed hurting, but I don't know if he sensed it wrong. It seemed like a warm current was slowly surging, healing him vertically and horizontally.
When the sun rose, Pei Huan's cold sweat completely wet the clothes on his back.
He slowly put down the palm covering his eyes, raised his head and looked in the direction of the sunlight. The young man was shocked, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and then he slowly said: "Did you open the window today?"
An Yi stared blankly at the edge of the window. The window was open, and the bright and beautiful sunlight was shining in the house, illuminating it with warm and golden light.
"You! Can you see it?" An Yi knelt on the ground excitedly, almost crying.
Pei Huan exhaled, with a slight tremor in his voice, and said: "Not yet. But, I can see the vague light."
Unlike before, there was only boundless darkness, which was discouraging.
An Yi's eyes widened and he said excitedly: "It's Miss Song... Miss Song's medicine is really useful!"
"Grinding ink and repairing books."
Pei Huan thought of the light female voice he heard during the day, rubbed the thin calluses left by years of battle on his hands, and said decisively.
A moment later, a dark-colored eagle spread its wings from the small courtyard and flew to the direction of the palace with a secret letter.
Xinguo Gongfu.
"My lord, an angel has been sent from the palace! We have arrived at the front hall now." A young boy rushed into the main courtyard and knelt down.
The beard-wearing Duke Xin Guo trembled with his hands and quickly called his immediate family members, kneeling down to listen to the imperial edict.
"Your Majesty has decreed that the daughter of the Zhong family is beautiful and smart, and her kindness and grace will comfort people's hearts. I wish to marry the daughter of the Zhong family as the concubine of the Marquis of Dingyuan! I admire this!" the young eunuch read out the imperial edict in one breath.
There was silence for a moment before everyone said in succession: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!"
Duke Xin Guo accepted the imperial edict with sincerity and fear, and the little eunuch left with satisfaction.
"Father, I don't want to marry that cripple! Everyone knows that that cripple has no future left! Even the position of the heir apparent will be taken away by the younger brother born to Mrs. Xuxian!"
Suddenly, a female voice burst into tears, and the pear blossoms were instantly stained with tears.
Duke Xin Guo looked at his only daughter and couldn't help but feel cruel.
Everyone knows that the current Crown Prince Dingyuan is no longer a good match for a noble girl.
After hesitating for a moment, Xinguo Justice said: "Rou'er, this is an imperial edict. If you disobey it, you will destroy the nine tribes."
Zhong Rou gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, her delicate face filled with resentment.
She said bitterly: "It's all Song Shuwan's little bitch, she must have done it on purpose! I asked her to go through the motions, she must be relying on that vixen face to get the limelight, and she wants to make me marry a cripple!
"
Mrs. Xinguo Gong was also full of dissatisfaction. She paused briefly, stretched out her hands to take Zhong Rou into her arms, and said softly: "Master, the emperor only said that he wanted the daughter of the Zhong family, but he did not say that it was our Rou'er.
"
Zhong Rou's eyes lit up, and there was a viciousness in her eyes that was incompatible with her young age.
"That's right! Although that bitch is not named Zhong, she is the cousin of our Zhong family. This bitch pokes the basket, let this bitch fill it by herself!"
The lady nodded and said: "The little bitch was convicted of a crime in her family. The master took pity on her as an orphan and took her in to live in the mansion. Now it's time for her to repay the master!"
Duke Xin frowned, holding the imperial edict in one hand and stroking his beard with the other. He looked up at the confidant on the side and nodded slightly.
In the mansion of Duke Xinguo, there is a remote courtyard, which is adjacent to the servant's room, but it is even more remote and crude than the servant's room.
Several big-bodied and round-waisted servants tiptoed towards the small courtyard, with the dry grass rustling under their feet.
"Squeak——"
They pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and saw a beautiful figure sleeping soundly on the couch. They looked at each other and showed a clear smile.
"Hold!"
The maids pulled out the hemp ropes behind their backs and tied Song Shuwan tightly in a hurry. They also took out a bottle of Mongolian sweat medicine with a strong medicinal smell, opened Song Shuwan's mouth and poured it in.
After completing the task, the servants and wives breathed a sigh of relief.
Amid the vulgar violence, the girl remained motionless.
What they didn't notice was that the corners of Song Shuwan's lips curved up quietly, and that smile was as cold as a knife.