Han Sanzhen nodded, with some satisfaction on his face: "Yes, the person who poisoned her made other arrangements. This is why I am sure that she will come back."
A dark light flashed in Song Shuwan's eyes: "After escaping once, you won't have the same treatment as before when you come back. But in this case, the prince's side..."
"You can delay, but you have to tell him that this delay cannot be too long. Once the poison gets out of control, even I can't save him."
Han Sanzhen's expression was very solemn. Song Shuwan listened and stood up and bowed: "Please rest assured, I will definitely convey these words to the Crown Prince."
After leaving these words, Song Shuwan turned and left.
What she didn't know was that Han Sanzhen had been staring at her from behind and didn't look back until she disappeared.
After a while, Han Sanzhen sighed, why does this girl Song Shuwan have to get involved with Pei Huan? I don't understand, I really don't understand.
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Qingfengyuan.
Song Shuwan told Pei Huan everything Han Sanzhen said.
Pei Huan thoughtfully said: "Since there is no problem in the short term, then don't rush to treat it and wait until the matter is completed."
Song Shuwan said "hmm" and just as she was about to speak, the incisor maid trotted in.
"I have seen the prince, the prince's concubine, and the little princess come to the Marquis Mansion to pay their respects."
Song Shuwan's expression suddenly changed because of the word "visit". There is a difference between monarch and minister. The little princess used these two words when she came to the Marquis's Mansion. It was clear that she wanted to put the Marquis' Mansion on the fire. In other words, the person the little princess wanted to target was.
she.
However, the news from outside is that Pei Huan has not returned to Beijing yet, so Pei Huan cannot show up today, so she has to deal with it.
Putting her thoughts away, Song Shuwan smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, I'm going to meet the little princess."
Pei Huan nodded and warned: "Give way to the little princesses, there is a difference between the king and his ministers."
Song Shuwan twitched the corners of her lips, said nothing, and left directly.
In the hall, Mrs. Hou was entertaining the little princess. The two were talking and the atmosphere was good. The little princess suddenly sighed and a sad look flashed on her face.
Mrs. Hou saw this and her heart suddenly moved: "What kind of trouble did your Highness encounter?"
The little princess pursed her lips and frowned slightly with a sense of brokenness: "Madam knows that I have been in poor health since I was a child. Recently, I have been suffering from chest tightness and shortness of breath. Sometimes I can't even breathe. It's very uncomfortable. But the imperial doctor in the palace
There is nothing I can do, I..."
Halfway through her words, the little princess suddenly covered her heart, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked like she could hardly breathe.
Madam Hou panicked when she saw this: "Your Highness, are you okay? Someone, go and call the Crown Princess, quickly..."
"No need to call, I'm already here."
A cold voice came into the hall, Song Shuwan stepped through the door, her scrutinizing eyes fell on the little princess's face, and she looked at it quietly without words or movements.
Mrs. Hou frowned, dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes: "The little princess is golden and has a noble status. She must not get into trouble just because of a little delay. Why are you so slow? Why don't you come forward quickly?"
Song Shuwan smiled: "I'm just looking at the little princess's face. I didn't say not to look at her. What's the hurry, madam? Okay, help the little princess, I'll show her right now."
Mrs. Hou swallowed her words and carefully supported the little princess.
Soon, Song Shuwan took back her hand: "Is the princess cute enough to pay homage to the Buddha?"
The little princess leaned on the armrest with a weak look on her face: "On weekdays, I also like to copy some Buddhist scriptures."
Song Shuwan smiled slightly: "After returning to the palace, the little princess should copy more Buddhist scriptures and calm down, so that the princess's body will be fine."
The little princess's expression changed slightly, but she quickly returned to normal, still maintaining her weak look: "What does the Crown Princess mean by this? Why don't I understand something?"
"After the little princess returns to the palace, just do as my wife says. You don't need to think too much about anything else."
The little princess lowered her eyes, looking very weak in line with her frail appearance.
When Mrs. Hou saw this, she felt her anger rising instantly: "Song Shuwan, this is His Majesty's favorite little princess at that time. If you don't want to be cured, just say so. Why are you saying such nonsense? Come here, Go to the palace with the Marquis's post and ask Mrs...."
"No need, ma'am."
The little princess interrupted Mrs. Hou's words and forced out a pale smile: "I think what the Crown Princess said is reasonable. After all, my mood has indeed been fluctuating recently."
Mrs. Hou frowned: "Even if her mind is turbulent, it has nothing to do with her body. Song Shuwan is clearly..."
"It's my problem and has nothing to do with the Crown Princess."
The little princess stood up holding on to the armrest, "It's getting late, and I won't stay here any longer. Madam, take my leave."
Mrs. Hou quickly saluted: "My wife is sending the little princess to you."
Song Shuwan watched with cold eyes. She didn't bow until the little princess passed by her.
After a while, Mrs. Hou returned angrily: "Is this how you treat guests who come to the door?"
After saying that, she raised her hand and was about to hit Song Shuwan in the face.
"If Madam wants to hit me, have you ever thought about what the prince will do when he comes back?"
Song Shuwan's light words successfully made Mrs. Hou's hand freeze in the air.
The two people's eyes met, and Song Shuwan smiled slightly: "I know Madam is very angry, but we are all women in the backyard. The little princess looked like just now, Madam really can't see the problem?"
Mrs. Hou's eyes flashed, and of course she couldn't see the problem, but she was a little princess, a king and a minister. Even if there was a problem, as ministers, they had to pretend not to see it.
"Song Shuwan, I don't care what you and Pei Huan want to do, but you are still in the Hou Mansion, which represents the face of the Hou Mansion. Next time, you two will get out of the Hou Mansion!"
Mrs. Hou dropped her words fiercely, turned and left.
Song Shuwan looked at her back, raised her eyebrows slightly, and returned to Qingfeng Courtyard. She repeated Madam Hou's words, and then held her chin up with interest and asked, "What do you think of this, the prince?"
Pei Huan was sitting in a wheelchair and was about to go out. When he heard Song Shuwan's words, he turned his head slightly: "Are you interested in this?"
The corner of Song Shuwan's lips curled up: "If the mighty Zhou War God is really kicked out by his stepmother, I'm afraid the entire capital will be interested."
Pei Huan was a little dumbfounded. What he said was true, but the woman didn't have the ability to kick him out.
"If you have nothing to do, just go somewhere with me."
Song Shuwan was slightly startled: "Where is the prince going?"
"Red Square."
Half an hour later, Song Shuwan followed Pei Huan into the Red Square. Both of them were disguised. As soon as they stood still, someone ran over to salute and asked respectfully: "I have seen these two guests. I wonder if these two guests are coming today?" , buying or selling?”
Pei Huan threw over a black iron token and said calmly: "I want to see your boss."