At dawn, Song Shuwan woke up to the sound of rain. While she was still in a trance, she heard Baicao say: "Prince Concubine, the Duke's Mansion sent a post saying that I haven't seen you for a long time and I want you to choose one in the next few days. It’s time to go back and take a look.”
Song Shuwan turned her head, feeling a bit headache: "For no reason, what does the Duke's Mansion want to do?"
Baicao twisted the handkerchief and handed it over: "Do you want me to go and inquire about it?"
The warm handkerchief took away Song Shuwan's embarrassment, and she said softly: "It's not necessary, I have no intention of returning to the Duke's Mansion."
When these words came out, Baicao was a little surprised: "But Concubine, if the outside world knows that you don't return, won't it affect your reputation?"
Song Shuwan said lightly: "Reputation? Is my reputation in the capital very good?"
Even if Cunshantang's business improves, it doesn't mean that her reputation has been restored. Many people in Beijing still think that she is a deceitful person who steals her reputation, so her reputation really does not have a great influence on her.
Baicao was silent, and left after a while with hot water.
At this moment, the concierge came running: "Your Majesty, there is a young man outside the door. He claims to be someone who was saved by the Imperial Concubine and wants to see the Imperial Concubine."
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "Did you tell me what the name of the person I saved was?"
The concierge shook his head: "No, the young man said that the Crown Princess would naturally know it when she saw him."
Song Shuwan became interested: "Invite people into the front hall."
After a while, Song Shuwan took Fei Yuan to the front hall. As soon as she stepped through the door, she saw a young man turning around.
When their eyes met, Song Shuwan immediately remembered the situation of this young man. He was the person she saved when she went to Cunshan Hall a few days ago. Pei Huanxun was busy with her at that time, so she did not have time to see the situation of the young man.
I didn't expect that this person would come to the Houfu today.
"I'm Lin Qingyun, I've met the Crown Princess."
Song Shuwan came back to her senses and raised her hand slightly: "Young Master Lin, there is no need to be polite. Please sit down."
Lin Qingyun smiled slightly: "It seems that the Crown Princess has recognized me."
"Yes, I treated your wound at Cunshan Hall a few days ago. After such a long time, the wound must have almost recovered, right?"
Lin Qingyun nodded: "It is true that he has almost recovered, but..."
He suddenly stopped talking, and Song Shuwan picked up the topic: "Just what?"
There was some hesitation on Lin Qingyun's face: "I have been feeling an inexplicable tingling pain in my body recently, and the wound will turn red, and even the slightest touch will make it extremely painful."
Song Shuwan was stunned after hearing this: "Master Lin, please give me your hand."
Lin Qingyun handed over his hand and said: "I am actually not sure about the situation. Perhaps, it may be my illusion."
What he said was ambiguous, but Song Shuwan was speechless. After a moment, she pulled back her hand, with some doubts flashing in her eyes. There was no problem with Lin Qingyun's pulse, but...
"Mr. Lin, I want to see your..."
Before the word "wound" could be uttered, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by Mrs. Hou's limping appearance.
Song Shuwan glanced at her, glanced quickly from her knees, and then stood up: "I've met Madam."
Lin Qingyun's expression was slightly condensed, and he also stood up and saluted: "I have met Mrs. Hou."
"Well, no need to be polite."
Mrs. Hou said, and sat down above: "Shu Wan, who is this young master?"
Lin Qingyun held up his hands: "As Madam Hou said, I am a patient of the Imperial Concubine, and the Imperial Concubine once saved me."
A dark light flashed in Mrs. Hou's eyes: "Really? This is the first time I have seen a patient come to the door. I wonder what your disease is? Now that you have come to the door, you have another attack?"
There was a smile on Lin Qingyun's lips: "It's just a minor illness. I'm here now just to thank the Crown Princess for saving her life."
Mrs. Hou had something to say: "If it can involve life-saving grace, Mr. Lin's illness is probably not a minor illness, right?"
The two of them talked back and forth, but Song Shuwan forgot about it. However, she saw that Lin Qingyun dealt with it easily and did not reveal any details, so she didn't hear anything Bentang did.
As time passed, Mrs. Hou also realized that Lin Qingyun talked a lot, but few words were really useful.
"Ahem, let's not talk about this anymore. Shu Wan, my leg is in inexplicable pain this morning. Do you have time to take a look at it?"
The corner of Song Shuwan's mouth twitched slightly, and she felt an inexplicable pain. It was obviously because she had knelt for too long in Qingfeng Courtyard yesterday. She remembered that Mrs. Hou knelt for three full hours before she was allowed to get up.
However, there is no need for her to bring up the scandal to outsiders.
Thinking about it, Song Shuwan said softly: "Madam, please wait a moment. I will take a look at it for you in a moment."
Lin Qingyun smiled slightly and took the initiative to say goodbye: "I still have some things to deal with, so I won't stay here and say goodbye."
Mrs. Hou said "Yes" and waved her hand to ask the nanny beside her to see him off.
Song Shuwan saw this in her eyes and tightened her clasped hands slightly. Mrs. Hou came here with bad intentions. She just wanted to make a mistake. She and Lin Qingyun only met for the second time today. She allowed her people to talk to her.
It's impossible to detect the problem.
The footsteps outside faded away, and Mrs. Hou coughed lightly: "Shu Wan, look at these legs for me."
Song Shuwan responded, and after checking Mrs. Hou, she asked her to go back and apply some ointment: "As for the others, just move less these days."
Mrs. Hou nodded and suddenly changed her words: "It has been some time since Shu Wan married into the Hou Mansion, right?"
Song Shuwan thought about it for a moment: "It's been more than nine months."
"Yes, it has been more than nine months. I heard that the daughter of Mr. Wen's family was pregnant with Lin'er just one month after she got married. You..."
Madam Hou's eyes moved down and landed directly on Song Shuwan's lower abdomen.
The stagnant atmosphere suddenly spread. Song Shuwan tightened her fingers slightly, but the smile on her face did not change: "Perhaps, the fate has not come yet?"
"Really? But I don't think so. Shu Wan, you and I are both women, and I'm your mother-in-law. There are some things I have to say even if I don't say them. If you really can't do it, you'd better give Pei Huan a concubine as soon as possible.
, After all, there are three unfilial piety, not having an offspring is the worst, I think you don’t want Pei Huan to get a bad reputation, right?"
Song Shuwan narrowed her eyes slightly and was about to speak when a cold male voice came in.
"It's not your turn to intervene in Qingfengyuan's affairs."
Song Shuwan turned around and saw Pei Huan. She was secretly relieved. She and Pei Huan were getting married by trade. If Mrs. Hou really wanted to hold on to her, she wouldn't be able to have a child.
Mrs. Hou smiled slightly: "I really shouldn't get involved in Qingfengyuan's affairs, but I am telling the truth about the children. Of course, if you really don't like to hear it, I won't say more, but you two are not in a hurry.
, you also have to think of a way to block outsiders' eloquence."
She said and left directly.
Song Shuwan turned her head and a dark light flashed in her eyes: "Your Majesty, I think the last words of Madam are quite reasonable."
Pei Huan raised his eyes: "You can do whatever you want, if something happens, I will bear it."