After marrying the disabled God of War, the beautiful medical concubine went crazy for murder. Chapter 301: The Unfamiliar White-Eyed Wolf. There was silence in the Qingfeng Courtyard. The Marquis spoke several times but there was no sound.
Pei Huan watched, the anger in his eyes getting stronger and stronger, stepping on his bottom line again and again. Do you really think he didn't dare to do anything?
"Someone, please send the Marquis back to Qingzhuyuan. No one is allowed to let him out without me."
As soon as these words came out, the Marquis immediately jumped up: "What are you talking about? I am your father, and this is how you treat your father?"
The corner of Pei Huan's mouth turned coldly: "It is my shame to have a father like you. Pei Huai, the means you used to restrain me are gone. If you still dare to jump in front of me, are you ready to die?"
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The Marquis froze, and the fingers he just raised also froze in the air: "You, you..."
Pei Huan lost his patience: "Throw him out, and let him in again. Don't keep any guards in the courtyard, all of them will follow him!"
Pei Huan became angry, and the atmosphere in Qingfeng Court suddenly became depressed. Several guards rushed into the house, held up the Marquis and threw him out of the courtyard.
After a while of noise, Song Shuwan pinched her eyebrows and said, "If you have anything to do, come in and talk."
Pei Huan nodded and asked An Yi to push the wheelchair into the house: "There is something strange at the border."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips: "Is it Tatar?"
Pei Huanmei's eyes flashed solemnly: "Not only that, according to the news, the Tatars are also entangled with Beidi."
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "If I remember correctly, Beidi is the place where the seventh prince's biological mother came from."
Pei Huan nodded: "Exactly."
The two people's eyes met, and Song Shuwan had some vague guesses in her mind. The reason why Beidi was involved with the Tatars was probably related to the Seventh Prince, but she didn't know whether Beidi's goal was the city of Zhou Dynasty or something else.
If it's the latter, the emperor might take action against the seventh prince. In this case...
Thinking of this, Song Shuwan's expression suddenly changed: "Over there with the Seventh Prince..."
"After Tang Wan'er took out the defense plan, the seventh prince was put under house arrest in the prince's mansion. He was guarded by the imperial army and my people. For now, we can only be honest. What matters now is King Yong and the little princess."
Hearing Pei Huan mention the little princess, Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "Why, Prince Pei is not going to protect the little princess?"
Pei Huan glanced at her lightly: "From the beginning, I had no intention of protecting her."
Song Shuwan smiled. If Pei Huan really had no intention of protecting the little princess, he would not have asked her to endure it from the beginning. However, it is good that the two of them knew this well and there was no need to say it out loud.
Thinking about it, she brought the topic back: "The prince just said that the most important things right now are King Yong and the little princess. Let's not mention the former, what is the little princess doing? As far as I know, during this time, the little princess is still
Quite peaceful."
"Peace?"
A cold look flashed in Pei Huan's eyes: "If she was really peaceful, I wouldn't mention her. Half an hour ago, the emperor gave me a message saying that the little princess's heart disease had relapsed and that Han Langzhong was not suitable to follow the palace.
Here, so..."
Pei Huan didn't finish his words, but Song Shuwan understood the meaning. The emperor wanted her to enter the palace to take care of the little princess.
After thinking for a moment, Song Shuwan asked: "Can I refuse?"
"Yes, but only if there is another bigger thing to cover it up."
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "Didn't the Crown Prince say that there was something unusual at the border? If we exaggerate a little and make the situation more serious, what will happen to the capital?"
Pei Huan shook his head: "I thought so before, but the emperor's birthday is coming soon. Even if the border situation is tense, the emperor will not spread the news."
Song Shuwan said lightly: "Can the emperor know who passed it on?"
"I really know."
Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair and said calmly: "Only he and I know about this matter. The person who spread the news was the emperor's secret guard, and he has now left the capital."
Song Shuwan was silent, she had never thought of this at all.
In the silence, Pei Huan said: "Is there nothing you can do?"
Song Shuwan glanced at him: "The prince can't do anything, so what can I do?"
I wonder if it was her misunderstanding, but Song Shuwan always felt that the man was laughing. Why was he laughing? Is he laughing that she could only be pushed away? Or was he laughing that she had no room for resistance in front of the imperial power?
"Boom!"
Two knocks brought Song Shuwan back from her thoughts. She looked at the calm man opposite her, her eyes quickly swept over his fingers, and she pursed her lips without saying a word.
After a moment, Pei Huan sighed: "Are you really not going to solve this problem?"
Song Shu neatly adjusted her sleeves: "I want to solve it, but again, the prince can't do anything, so what can I do?"
Pei Huan was dumbfounded: "Are you really helpless, or do you just don't want to move?"
Song Shuwan asked back: "Is there any difference?"
"There is no difference, I just don't think the latter is your temperament."
Pei Huan leaned back on the wheelchair. He still remembered that Song Shuwan put herself in danger for revenge and made him agree to the deal.
The sudden softness now makes Pei Huan uncomfortable. No matter how hard Song Shuwan's temper is tempered, it should not become like this.
Song Shuwan smiled: "Does Your Majesty know what my temper is?"
"Why don't you know?"
Their eyes met, Song Shuwan twitched the corner of her mouth: "Then if the prince knows about it, I am going to go to the Dali Temple prison. Can the prince go with me?"
"No, I have to go to the palace."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan stood up, went into the inner room and took out the box: "This is what An Yi sent just now. I think the prince has never seen it, right? Let's take a look together?"
Pei Huan's eyes turned slightly: "Aren't you in a hurry to go to Dali Temple?"
The curve of Song Shuwan's mouth deepened: "Isn't the Crown Prince in a hurry to enter the palace?"
The two looked at each other and looked away at the same time.
Pei Huan picked up the top letter: "The things in this box were all taken out from Prince Yong's Mansion. I have never seen them, but those are the things you care about, so... these should be able to prove that Song
Evidence of the family’s innocence.”
Song Shuwan picked up the second letter and said lightly: "The prince and I have opposite ideas?"
"oh?"
Pei Huan raised his eyes: "What do you think?"
"I guess these are evidence to prove King Yong's guilt."
In silence, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan opened the letters at the same time.
After a moment, Pei Huan frowned slightly: "You are right, this is a letter between King Yong and Beidi."
Song Shuwan handed over the letter in her hand, opened the other letters one by one, and sighed after a long time.
"The Seventh Prince is not innocent. He actually led the people with military power in the Zhou Dynasty to meet foreign enemies. He is really... an ignorant white-eyed wolf."
Pei Huan put away the box: "I will take these letters into the palace, over there at the Dali Temple prison..."
"I will take care of it, but it won't drag you down."
The two looked at each other again, and after a few moments, Pei Huan left first in a wheelchair.
Song Shuwan took the moon white, took a carriage to Cunshan Hall to get some medicinal materials, and then turned to Dali Temple.
In the cell, Tang Wan'er leaned against the wall, looking at Song Shuwan who appeared, and felt relieved.