After the maid stepped back, Song Shuwan chuckled and lowered her eyes. She picked up the tea cup and took a sip, as if she didn't see anything.
Soon, a young man in black clothes appeared. Before he entered the hall, a voice came in.
"You Xing have met Mrs. Yue, Miss Yue. Huh? This person is very nice. Is he a guest of Yue Mansion?"
Xie Youxing's movements are full of youthful spirit, and his high-spirited appearance is the kind of arrogance only a proud man of heaven can have.
Mrs. Yue looked at him with a bit of a smile on her face: "Your Majesty, please don't be too polite. Please take a seat. This is the bride of the Hou Mansion, the Crown Princess, and this is Xie Youxing, the Crown Prince of Yong."
He is, Prince Yong.
Song Shuwan suppressed her complicated thoughts and raised her eyes with a slight smile on her face: "Your Majesty, I have heard of your name for a long time."
The maid brought tea and bowed respectfully.
Xie Youxing raised his eyebrows, sat down opposite Song Shuwan, glanced at the person opposite, and his eyes flashed with surprise.
Such a beautiful woman, it would be a pity to marry that cripple Pei Huan.
Thinking about it, Xie Youxing said with a smile: "The imperial concubine has gained a very wide reputation in Beijing recently."
Song Shuwan knew what he was referring to and smiled without saying a word.
Unexpectedly, Xie Youxing focused on her. He took a sip of tea and continued: "Everyone said that the imperial concubine's medical skills are uncertain and she only knows acupuncture. I wonder if this is true?"
Song Shuwan glanced at Yue Shi and Yue Hong. Although their expressions did not change, how could they have no objections.
"Rumors stop at wise men. Those who have not seen it with their own eyes can just listen to some words. Mrs. Yue, Miss Yue, I have something else to do, so I won't bother you here."
Song Shuwan was about to stand up as she spoke. Unexpectedly, Xie Youxing raised his eyebrows and said a bit sharply: "I have just arrived and the Crown Princess is leaving. In this way, I will misunderstand where I have offended the Crown Princess."
Song Shuwan: "..."
The master of the Yue Mansion is sitting next to him. Xie Youxing still expresses his interest in her so blatantly. Isn't he a little confused?
Besides, it was their first time meeting each other, so why did Xie Youxing have such a hostile attitude?
Due to her thoughts, Song Shuwan did not respond, and the atmosphere in the hall fell into stasis with her silence.
"Ahem!"
In the silence, Yue's light cough broke the stagnation: "The Imperial Concubine has excellent medical skills. There must be some patients who need to be treated. I don't want to think too much about it."
She gave Yue Hong a look, and Yue Hong immediately spoke: "Yes, brother You Xing, the imperial concubine is very powerful. By the way, brother You Xing came to Yue Mansion today, but what's the matter?"
When Xie Youxing mentioned coming to Yue Mansion, his attention immediately turned away from Song Shuwan: "There is indeed something wrong, mistress."
A guard came in from outside the hall and took out an invitation from his arms.
Xie Youxing said: "My father will return from the border in a few days, and the mansion is planning to hold a reception banquet, so I came here specially to send an invitation to Yue Mansion."
As he spoke, he twitched the corner of his mouth and fixed his gaze on Song Shuwan: "I wonder if the Crown Princess has time to come and play with Crown Prince Pei?"
Song Shuwan glanced at him calmly: "If the prince has time, he will definitely come to visit."
In this way, Xie Youxing raised his eyebrows at the mistress, who quickly took out another invitation.
Song Shuwan tilted her head slightly, and Baicao, who had been silent at the back, quickly stepped forward to take the invitation, and then Song Shuwan said goodbye to Yue Shi and Yue Hong and left.
After leaving the Yue Mansion, the housekeeper of the Yue Mansion suddenly ran over: "Prince Princess, please stay."
Song Shuwan stopped and her eyes fell on the butler's hand, which was a mahogany box.
"Prince Concubine, this is a little thought from my wife, please accept it." The butler stepped forward with a smile and handed the mahogany box to Song Shuwan.
"Mrs. Yue is too polite. It's just a small effort. Please send this thing back. I understand."
"But……"
Song Shuwan didn't give the housekeeper a chance to speak, and went straight into the carriage.
The housekeeper still wanted to chase, but Baicao stepped forward and stopped him: "My noble concubine has already made it clear. Please go back and reply."
The carriage was far away from Yue Mansion. Song Shuwan closed her eyes and rested her mind: "Go to Zhuque Street."
She had to go to the medical clinic to see if it could open as soon as possible.
"Prince Princess, this invitation?"
Baicao hesitated to speak, but after receiving the signal, he immediately handed over the invitation.
After a while, Song Shuwan closed the invitation and asked, "Baicao, do you think you should go to this reception banquet?"
Baicao lowered her eyes slightly and said in a very respectful tone: "The Crown Princess thinks she should go, then she should go."
Ambiguous answer, boring,
Song Shuwan glanced at Baicao and threw the invitation on her knees: "When you return home, you can send this invitation to your master."
Baicao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked doubtfully: "Baicao's only master is you, the Crown Princess, who else should I look for?"
Song Shuwan didn't expect Baicao to say that, and was stunned for a moment: "You..."
Baicao raised his eyes without any evasion in his eyes.
After a while, the coachman's reminder came into the carriage, breaking the stagnation: "Prince Princess, Suzaku Street has arrived."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips, lifted up her clothes and got out of the carriage. Zhuque Street was still so lively, and pedestrians could be seen everywhere.
She looked around and her eyes fell on the shop without a plaque in front of her. The door was not open today, but the place where the plaque was hung had obviously been cleaned.
On the other side, Baicao placed the invitation in the carriage and stood silently at the back.
At this moment, a burst of noise came: "Give way, give way quickly, don't block the road."
Song Shuwan frowned slightly, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a group of big men charging towards her. They were about to hit her, but Baicao blocked her in front of her without hesitation.
"stop!"
With a sharp shout, a group of big men who were running rampant also stopped, but soon they broke into a group of laughers.
"Oh, have you seen it? A little girl dares to block our way."
"Hahahaha, you little girl with thin skin and tender flesh, you'd better not run forward. If we bump into you a little, you won't be able to bear it."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
A group of people laughed and winked, looking very obscene.
Song Shuwan frowned. These people were so impudent. She was about to speak when she saw Baicao slightly raising her hand. In an instant, Song Shuwan smelled an extremely subtle strange smell and subconsciously held her breath.
Almost at the same time, a group of laughing people fell to the ground. Everyone was still smiling, but their eyes were full of fear.
"You, what did you do to us?"
"Little bitch, you'd better let us go, otherwise when we recover, we will definitely kill you first, ah!"
Baicao retracted her foot expressionlessly: "Prince Concubine, everyone has stopped her."
Song Shuwan glanced at the person who was kicked in the face and said lightly: "Just leave it here, a bunch of hooligans..."