Judging from Xue Hai's smiling face, his words should not be just flattery to Song Huan.
Xue Hai has been serving Emperor Liang since he entered the palace at a young age.
His master-servant relationship with Emperor Liang was more than just words.
The reason why he was willing to help Song Huan was simply because everything Song Huan did was beneficial to Emperor Liang.
If one day, Song Huan stands on the opposite side of Emperor Liang, then Xue Hai will definitely no longer help him as much as he does today.
Song Huan firmly believes in this!
However, as far as the current situation is concerned, Xue Hai still attaches great importance to Song Huan.
"As a prince, I should fulfill my filial piety in front of my father."
"I just don't know what happened to my father during this time, why are you so worried?"
Xue Hai sighed silently: "Since the third prince left, Long Live Master has always been silently sad."
"Coupled with the various chores in the court recently, it is inevitable that His Majesty will be upset and unable to do what he wants!"
"Since the last incident, Long live the Lord has not summoned His Highness the Third Prince for a long time..."
Speaking of this, Xue Hai slowly shook his head.
Song Huan did not expect that this would be the reason why Emperor Liang was injured!
But if you think about it carefully, it does make sense.
As the ninth emperor of the Liang Dynasty, the father-son relationship between Emperor Liang and his son was somewhat indifferent.
Tiger poison does not eat its seeds, but after Song Yu died, Emperor Liang beat his second son, Song De, to death.
This is probably a big blow to Emperor Liang!
Even if there is anger in his heart, apart from anger, there is also endless sadness!
Now because of his suspicion, his third son has drifted away from him.
The only one left, his fourth son, could make him a little happier.
As an emperor, he was undoubtedly successful.
But as a father, he was a complete failure!
Thinking of this, Song Huan couldn't help but feel a little sad.
"Eunuch Xue, after my father has finished his busy work for a while, I will come to see his old man again."
Xue Hai nodded emotionally and bowed deeply to Song Huan.
"Your Highness, you are interested!"
After leaving the palace, Song Huan did not go back directly to the palace, but went around to Shen Mei's home in the east of the city.
In the past, the Shen Mansion was bustling with guests, but today the door was closed and it seemed a little deserted.
Seeing that the door of Shen's mansion was firmly closed, Song Huan was startled, thinking that something had happened to Shen Mei again.
"Open the door!"
"Open the door!"
The coachman came forward and called the door for a long time. After a long time, he saw a panting boy running to greet him.
"What's the door called?"
"I don't know that our Shen Mansion has urgent matters these days, so why can't we open our doors to see guests?"
"If you want to do business with my lady, please come back the day after tomorrow..."
The boy was talking nonchalantly, but when he looked up and saw Song Huan's face appearing behind the door, he took a deep breath.
"Prince Rong...Rong?!"
"Greetings to Your Highness!"
"Your Highness, why are you here today?"
"Don't you need it only tomorrow?"
The boy asked these two questions one after another, successfully confusing Song Huan.
"Why can't I come today?"
"Besides, what do you want me to use tomorrow?"
"Also, where is your young lady?"
Looking at Song Huan, who was even more confused than himself, the young man was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to realize something.
"Your Highness, you..."
"Don't you know yet?"
Song Huan was completely confused.
Why are the servants of the Shen Mansion so talkative? Are they playing riddles with me here?
"Forget it, take me to see your young lady immediately!"
The boy was still hesitant, but he didn't dare to disobey Song Huan's order, so he had to lead the way: "Your Highness, please come this way!"
Song Huan followed the servant into Shen's Mansion. For some reason, the number of servants serving in Shen's Mansion seemed to have visibly decreased.
There was already a thick layer of snow in the courtyard, and it looked like it hadn't been cleared for several days.
Song Huan was full of doubts: "Tell me the truth, what happened to your young lady?"
"What happened?"
"Why does it seem like no one has taken care of such a large Shen residence for several days?"
The boy wanted to open his mouth to explain several times, but in the end he swallowed the words on his lips.
"Your Highness, you..."
"When you meet my lady later, you'd better ask her personally!"
"It's not that I don't want to explain to you. I can't explain it to you in just a few words!"
Song Huan had no choice but to continue walking towards the mansion with the boy.
The two of them turned around, and finally stopped in front of Shen's study.
"Miss, His Royal Highness Prince Rong is here!"
The boy stretched out his hand to push open the door. Song Huan saw at a glance that Shen Mei was writing quickly, writing something at the desk.
After the study door was completely opened, Song Huan was even more stunned by the scene in front of him.
It turns out that Shen Mei is not the only one who is writing at his desk in the study.
There are several servants and maids who are also writing attentively in various corners of the study.
Hearing that Song Huan was here, Shen Mei raised her head in panic and dropped the brush in her hand.
"See Your Highness!"
"Your Highness, you..."
"Why are you here today?"
Hearing Shen Mei ask the same question as the boy, Song Huan couldn't bear the doubt in his heart.
"Don't you also want to say that I should come tomorrow?"
Unexpectedly, Shen Mei nodded seriously.
"Yes, Your Highness, you should come tomorrow!"
Song Huan was extremely puzzled: "What's the difference if I come today or tomorrow?"
"Miss Shen, have you encountered any difficulties again?"
"I have already said that if you encounter any difficulties, just come to me!"
"Is there any problem in the world that I cannot solve?"
"You're a girl, don't take it upon yourself when things happen..."
Song Huan's serious and sincere words made Shen Mei almost shed tears.
She knew in her heart that Song Huan would treat her this way because of the cooperative relationship between the two.
But after his father left, no one would care about me like this anymore...
Shen Mei took a deep breath, tried not to let tears fall, and tried hard to remain calm and calm in front of Song Huan.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I really haven't encountered any difficulties!"
"Have you forgotten?"
"A few days ago you said that you would complete the printing of five hundred poetry collections within five days."
"Tomorrow is the deadline. According to the current progress, it shouldn't be difficult to finish tomorrow..."
Hearing this, Song Huan suddenly realized and slapped his head.
It turns out it’s because of this!
No...wait!
"That's not right, Miss Shen!"
"When you talk about completing five hundred poetry collections, do you mean that they are purely hand-copied?"
