In the Hou Mansion, Song Shuwan suddenly sneezed, rubbed the tip of her nose, and wrinkled her eyebrows. It was really strange. Why had she sneezed so often in the past two days? Could it be that she caught a cold and was about to get sick?
"Flying Kite."
"My servant is here, what do you want the Crown Princess to do?"
Song Shuwan wrote down the prescription for the next dose: "Go and grab the medicine, fry it and bring it over."
"yes."
Fei Yuan left with the prescription and returned half an hour later with the medicine: "Prince Princess, the medicine is ready."
Song Shuwan drank it all in one gulp and ate a piece of candied fruit to suppress the bitterness.
Fei Yuan's eyes widened slightly: "Prince Princess, are you sick?"
"No, take precautions in advance."
Song Shuwan pushed the bowl away and held her cheek with one hand, feeling a little bored.
Fei Yuan carefully approached her and said, "Is the Crown Princess feeling bored?"
Song Shuwan turned her head, looked at her smart eyes, and couldn't help but flick her eyebrows: "What's your idea?"
"oops."
Fei Yuan rubbed the area where he was hit and said disapprovingly: "How can it be a ghost idea? My slave's idea makes you happy!"
Song Shuwan couldn't help laughing: "Okay, tell me what you want to do?"
"Let's go to Qingzhuyuan to see the excitement. The Crown Princess doesn't know what's going on. The Qingzhuyuan has been very lively these past two days."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan became interested: "Oh? What's the fun way?"
"Yesterday..."
As soon as Fei Yuan said two words, several screams came from outside the door.
Song Shuwan stood up and walked to the door in three steps. She saw several servants of the Hou Mansion being chased and beaten by people from Qingfeng Courtyard.
"Even the Marquis has to bring many people with him when he comes here. How dare you guys come here to cause trouble?"
"Go away, if you dare to come here again, your legs will be broken!"
The servants of the Hou Mansion crawled away in a pissed mess. Song Shuwan was stunned for a moment, and then she felt confused. The servants of the Hou Mansion were not stupid. They knew that they would be beaten when they came to Qingfeng Court, so why did they come here?
At this moment, a cry came out: "Prince Princess, be careful!"
Song Shuwan only had time to turn around before she was thrown to the ground by Fei Yuan. An arrow was stuck on the ground, its tail end still trembling.
At the same time, a door suddenly opened, and a wheelchair came out of the door at an extremely fast speed, followed by a group of men in black.
The knife in one of them's hands has already fallen towards Pei Huan's head.
Danger!
Song Shuwan's pupils shrank, her fingers slightly bent, and the golden needle flew out at a very fast speed, hitting the man in black with the knife between the eyebrows.
"boom!"
The man in black fell to the wheelchair. Pei Huan tilted his head and punched the man in black away.
"There is an assassin! Protect the Crown Prince!"
Song Shuwan shouted and rushed straight towards Pei Huan.
The next moment, several more men in black appeared. Before Song Shuwan could dodge, Fei Yuan quickly broke their necks.
"Prince Princess, I will protect you. Just move forward."
Surprise flashed in Song Shuwan's eyes, and she suddenly heard a muffled groan. When she looked intently, her pupils suddenly shrank.
"Pei Huan!"
A knife fell on Pei Huan's left shoulder, and he was about to press it down, but Pei Huan held it tightly with one hand. Blood slid down the blade and soaked his clothes in an instant.
"Fei Yuan, protect Pei Huan!"
"My slave understands."
Fei Yuan looks like a ghost, and can kill an assassin every time he pauses.
At the same time, An Yi appeared with several people, and the two parties cooperated and quickly eliminated all the assassins.
The smell of blood spread, and there were secret guards handling the corpses all around.
When Song Shuwan arrived in front of the wheelchair, her fingertips were trembling uncontrollably: "You, are you okay?"
Pei Huan raised his eyes slightly and said calmly: "It's okay, just a little injury."
Song Shuwan took a deep breath, and dug her clenched fingertips into the tender flesh of her palms. The sharp sting made her calm down: "Feiyuan, go get the pear wood box on my dressing table."
"yes."
Fei Yuan brought the box, and Song Shuwan directly cut open Pei Huan's clothes, only to see a hand-length wound extending from the left shoulder to the bottom of the collarbone. Blood was flowing non-stop, soaking the clothes in an instant.
There was no movement on the other side, and Pei Huan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Why, is the wound troublesome?"
Pei Huan's face was already a little pale due to the constant bleeding.
Song Shuwan's eyes were dim and she didn't pay attention to him. She took out a porcelain bottle from the pear wood box and opened the cork of the porcelain bottle. A strong bitter smell came out.
"Your Majesty, please be patient."
What?
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly, but before he could speak, he felt a sudden coldness in his heart, and severe pain suddenly came over him.
"Well!"
He leaned back uncontrollably, and when he saw that the wheelchair was about to overturn, a black figure appeared quietly and just stopped against the wheelchair.
After a while, Pei Huan calmed down.
Song Shuwan bandaged his wound, and then heard Pei Huan say: "It's better to keep this medicine away from now on, and don't use it on others."
He thought he was very tolerant, but he was still embarrassed by the medicine.
Song Shuwan was silent. Her medicine was very effective in stopping bleeding and healing wounds. However, the medicine was too strong and the pain was very severe. However, the medicine for treating wounds is not painful, so how can people remember it?
She thought about it and said calmly: "If the prince is not injured, he will not need it in the future."
At this point, she turned her head and looked at An Yi: "An Yi, when the assassin appeared, why were you not by the Crown Prince's side instead of arriving late? Is this how you protect the Crown Prince?"
An Yi knelt down on one knee, his face full of guilt: "It's my subordinate's fault. Please punish me, Your Majesty."
Song Shuwan felt her heart suffocating with anger. Is this a question of punishment or not?
She tried her best to treat Pei Huan, just hoping that the man would recover soon and she could take revenge earlier. The only thing she was afraid of was that something would go wrong, but something happened anyway!
In the silence, Song Shuwan could not say a word.
After a long time, she put the porcelain bottle in Pei Huan's hand: "This medicine stops bleeding very quickly and heals wounds better than ordinary medicine. I will keep it for now. You can use it or not. I also hope that I can take care of myself. Don't use it."
If something goes wrong again, I will doubt my own vision."
After saying this, she glanced at An Yi, called him up, and stuffed a porcelain bottle over him.
"Protect your heir apparent."
An Yi clenched the porcelain bottle: "Yes!"
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and left. Pei Huan was injured, so the medicinal bath and acupuncture had to be postponed. It was really... annoying.
On the other side, Pei Huan returned to the house, his expression suddenly turned cold: "Look carefully at the origins of today's batch of assassins."
An Yi lowered his head: "Yes!"
After a pause, An Yi couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, you shouldn't put yourself in danger today. The Crown Prince is even scared."
It was not that he arrived late, but that he was ordered by the Crown Prince not to show up without warning.
Pei Huan said calmly: "How can we make the people behind the scenes crazy if we don't put ourselves in danger?"
Wave after wave of assassins had made him impatient.
It's just Song Shuwan's side...
Pei Huan lowered his eyes, rubbed the porcelain bottle in his hand, and remained silent for a long time.