In the imperial garden, Pei Huanduan was sitting in a wheelchair, opposite the emperor.
There was a chess game between the two of them, with the emperor holding white, staring at the chessboard and thinking about the next move.
After a long time, the emperor placed his chess piece, and the eunuch next to him immediately reported the position of his piece.
The next moment, Pei Huan spit out a position, and the emperor took the black chess and put it down. His expression changed instantly. In the originally entangled situation, the white piece's way of survival was completely blocked.
After a long while, the emperor sighed: "I lost."
Pei Huan cupped his hands and looked down at the ground: "Wei Chen, I accept the concession."
The emperor smiled and pushed the chess piece away: "You entered the palace today because of Song Shuwan, right?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, she was brought into the Houfu by the matchmaker Mingzheng. Now that something has happened, I naturally have to come and take a look."
The emperor said coldly: "In my opinion, you are not just walking around, right? If my judgment is correct, she should have returned to the Houfu by this time."
Pei Huan moved his fingers slightly: "The emperor is aware of everything."
The emperor snorted softly: "You see clearly? Stop talking nonsense. I know very well what kind of temper you have. Pei Huan, I ask you, are you so determined that you only want Song Shuwan?"
Pei Huan nodded and said calmly: "It is enough for me to have one person by my side."
The emperor's eyes were dark: "A few years ago, if I had not stopped Qingyang, would you have married her?"
"Won't."
Pei Huan's answer was resolute and decisive, making the emperor laugh angrily.
"You are so sure, you don't want to give me any face at all."
Pei Huan said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Your Majesty knows my answer, why do you want me to go around and around for so-called face? Besides, Your Majesty knows her importance, and I cannot let her stay in the prison and gamble on what might happen."
The emperor snorted coldly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Before you entered the palace, Jing Ming took someone to the prison."
Pei Huan said "Yes": "I will go check on that person."
The emperor waved his hand: "Step back."
Pei Huan bowed his hands in salute, then signaled An San to push the wheelchair away.
At this moment, the emperor spoke again: "Qingyang has become more and more unrestrained recently. Keep an eye on her. If she has thoughts that she shouldn't have, you don't have to take care of her."
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly: "Weichen, I understand."
Houfu, Qingfengyuan.
Song Shuwan returned to the room, covered her head and fell on the bed.
Baicao followed behind, the expression on her face changed from worry to confusion: "Prince Princess, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I'll go find Mr. Han right now."
Song Shuwan called out to her: "You know medical skills yourself, why do you call others?"
Baicao pursed her lips and said softly: "I know some medical skills, but my best skill is poison."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan raised her head slightly, and her calm eyes fell on her face: "Baicao, what do you think of the poison mixed with Chuxia and Soul Flower?"
Baicao was about to answer when she heard two gentle knocks on the door, followed by a questioning voice.
"Prince Princess, Miss Zhen is here."
Song Shuwan narrowed her eyes and her fingertips trembled slightly: "Invite her in."
After a while, Zhen Yuan entered the room: "The prince's movements are quite fast."
Song Shuwan said lightly: "No matter how fast I am, I can't be faster than Miss Zhen. As soon as I returned to the residence, Miss Zhen followed me. This speed is shocking."
Zhen Yuan smiled slightly, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm in his words, and said, "What happened on Weiming Lake has nothing to do with me."
Song Shuwan twitched the corners of her lips and was speechless.
Zhen Yuan didn't care and continued talking to himself: "I didn't expect that Wen Yixiu would go to Weiming Lake, nor did I expect that a group of assassins would appear. I didn't expect that the Crown Princess would go to Weiming Lake to swim in the lake after she was injured.
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"so what?"
The anger in Song Shuwan's heart was aroused a little, and she said coldly: "I don't care what arrangements you made at Weiming Lake, and I don't care whether those arrangements were successful or not, but if you want to push away today's events, it's unavoidable.
Is it too simple?"
Zhen Yuan straightened his sleeves: "I can understand that the Crown Princess is angry, but the one on Weiming Lake..."
Song Shuwan interrupted her: "I said, I don't care what arrangements you make on Weiming Lake, so you don't need to mention Weiming Lake anymore. Miss Zhen, please leave."
The expression on Zhen Yuan's face finally changed slightly. After a brief pause, she smiled bitterly: "Is the Crown Princess blaming me?"
"I don't blame you, and I won't blame me, but I think it's better for the Marquis's Mansion and the General's Mansion to be far away from each other before things become clear."
Hearing this, Zhen Yuan stood up: "Since the Crown Princess said so, I can't stay here any longer. I only hope that after the matter is over, the Crown Princess can..."
"Baicao, see you off."
After a while, Zhen Yuan followed Baicao and left.
But when Baicao turned around, there was an extra letter in his hand.
"Prince Princess, Miss Zhen asked your slave to bring this back."
Song Shuwan glanced at it, ignored the letter, and looked out the door: "An Yi."
An Yi came in in response: "What are your orders from the Crown Princess?"
Song Shuwan said firmly: "Let me ask you, why did the prince appear in Weiming Lake? He even jumped into the lake to save me."
"I don't know."
"Is it because I don't know or I can't tell?"
Song Shuwan directly broke through the cover-up in An's words, and there was no trace of emotion in her eyes.
As time passed, An Yi smiled bitterly: "Prince Concubine, there are some things that I cannot say."
Song Shuwan narrowed her eyes: "Then wait until your master comes back and let your master talk to me."
An Yi lowered his head and said: "Go down and guard outside the door."
The room fell into silence. Song Shuwan glanced at Baicao. Instead of bringing up the previous topic, she waved Baicao away.
"I'm tired and want to rest for a while."
Baicao didn't linger, bowed and left the room.
Not long after, a knock on the door broke the silence in the room. Song Shuwan opened her eyes, guessing that it was Pei Huan who turned around, and said loudly: "Come in."
Pei Huan entered the door, looked around, and then his eyes fell on the bed: "The emperor will not look into this matter in detail, but in the future, you must not take action against the little princess again."
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows, stood up and looked at the man in the wheelchair, and said in a faint tone: "How does the prince know that it was me who attacked the little princess and not someone else?"
Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair: "You have a grudge against the little princess."
Song Shuwan smiled and shook her head: "There are many people who have grudges against the little princess, how can the prince conclude that it is me?"
Pei Huan's eyes were dim and he tightened his fingers slightly: "What you said makes sense, but you have forgotten the most important point. Currently, you are the only one who can get my letter."
Song Shuwan was startled, letter? What did Pei Huan mean?
In the silence, she said: "That letter was given to me by Zhen Yuan. It is just a forged letter. The prince will not want to say that the letter is real, right?"