Station.
The carriage of the Marquis Mansion stopped with great fanfare. People passing by looked at it and asked sideways: "Who is sitting in this carriage?"
"I guess she is the Crown Princess. I heard that King Nanming was seriously ill, so the emperor sent all the doctors from the palace over."
"The imperial doctors in the palace can't do anything, but the imperial concubine can?"
Amid the discussion, Song Shuwan stepped down from the carriage, her calm eyes swept around, and she motioned for Baicao beside her to come forward.
Soon, the guards in front of the inn door invited Song Shuwan and the two inside.
"The imperial doctors are still there. It may be a little noisy inside. Please forgive me, Princess Royal."
Song Shuwan smiled, not thinking how serious the quarrel the guard said would be. However, after entering the door, she realized that she had underestimated the dispute between the doctors.
"There's something wrong with your prescription. King Nanming's body simply can't withstand such a strong medicine."
"Given the current situation of the prince, we cannot treat him slowly. We must use strong medicine to maintain his health."
"No, I don't agree with you using this recipe."
"It doesn't matter whether you agree or not, as long as the prince agrees!"
The imperial doctors kept arguing, but no one noticed that the door was pushed open. They didn't react until Song Shuwan coughed several times.
"I've met the Crown Princess."
Song Shuwan nodded slightly and glanced at the imperial doctors: "You don't have to be polite, where is Prince Nanming now?"
One of the imperial doctors pointed to the back: "Inside, the Crown Princess is here for the prince, right? I heard that the Crown Princess had checked the prince's pulse before. What does the Crown Princess think of the prince's illness?"
Song Shuwan smiled slightly: "I did show it to the prince, but I have no opinion on the prince's illness."
No opinion?
All the imperial doctors were stunned. They looked around and exchanged glances. They all responded to this sentence with a skeptical attitude. If they didn't have any opinions, why did the Crown Princess come to the inn?
In the silence, Song Shuwan spoke again: "No more words, who will take me to see the prince?"
After the words fell, all the imperial doctors reacted and gathered around Song Shuwan to see King Nanming.
On the bed, King Nanming's eyes were closed tightly, and his face was pale with no trace of blood.
"Your Majesty."
Song Shuwan called softly, and it took a moment for King Nanming, who had his eyes closed, to open them, with a somewhat dazed look on his face.
"You are, are you the Crown Princess?"
Song Shuwan nodded: "It's my wife. I heard that Your Majesty is feeling unwell, so I came here to check on you."
King Nanming's eyes became a little clearer for a moment, but soon he regained his tiredness: "So that's it, my body is almost exhausted, the Crown Princess can take a look at it if she wants, it's useless after all. "
Song Shuwan pursed her lips, lowered her eyes to cover all the changes in her thoughts, took hold of King Nanming's wrist, and carefully diagnosed her pulse.
Behind them, all the imperial doctors did not dare to say anything. Soon, Song Shuwan withdrew her hand, turned her head and met many eyes, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
She said sternly: "Your Majesty's body has indeed reached the point of exhaustion, and it will be very difficult to recover."
"Very difficult? What the Crown Princess means is that you have a way to restore the prince?"
One of the imperial doctors quickly caught the key to Song Shuwan's words and asked about it.
"Yes, there is a way to recover, but..."
Song Shuwan frowned, turned around and looked at King Nanming on the bed, and said in a very serious tone: "Even if I recover, I'm afraid I won't live long."
"Cough cough cough..."
King Nanming suddenly coughed. Song Shuwan stepped forward to help him sit up. The next moment, King Nanming vomited a mouthful of blood.
"It's better not to save the imperial concubine. Let me just let him have my body." King Nanming said it very hard. After the words fell, he closed his eyes, as if he really accepted his fate.
Song Shuwan patted his back and took out the golden needle that came with it: "What did the prince say? The emperor sent all the doctors from the imperial hospital here for you. In such a situation, how can you give up hope first?"
As she spoke, she applied the needles neatly, and King Nanming's cough gradually disappeared.
Seeing this, the surrounding imperial doctors couldn't help but look a little scrutinized. They had basically never seen Song Shuwan take action. They only knew that the Crown Princess's acupuncture was powerful. Now that they saw it, acupuncture was indeed powerful. More importantly, the acupuncture points where the golden needles landed were , all of which they had never thought of.
"May I ask who the imperial concubine studied under? This acupuncture technique is truly superb."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and smiled, and while packing away the golden needles, she said: "The master is just an unknown person, not worth mentioning. Let the prince rest first, and let's go out and talk."
Half an hour later, Song Shuwan and the imperial doctors confirmed the prescription, and then left the inn. As soon as they returned to the Hou Mansion, they saw An San coming.
"The Crown Princess, the Crown Prince invites you."
Song Shuwan smiled, stood up and went to see Pei Huan: "Is the prince calling me because of my going to the inn?"
Pei Huan nodded, with a somewhat incomprehensible expression: "Since you know, then explain why you want to go to the inn at this time?"
Song Shuwan did not answer, but picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea. After a few moments, she raised her eyes slightly: "Will the Emperor let Prince Nanming live?"
The question made Pei Huan tilt his head and the fingertips on his knees tightened slightly.
"It seems that you have also seen the emperor's plan."
Song Shuwan shook her head: "It's not that I saw the emperor's plan, but in the royal study, Prince Nanming used his own life to force the emperor to give in. As the king of a country, how could the emperor make it easier for Prince Nanming? But..."
She paused, and her slightly focused eyes fell on Pei Huan: "I don't understand why, Your Majesty, you must force Prince Nanming to make such a choice? With Prince Nanming's temperament, that case should be full of human and material evidence. In Ming’s situation, even if the emperor wanted to favor the Xiang family, he wouldn’t let King Nanming risk his life, right?”
Pei Huan raised his eyebrows: "You are smart, and you can see clearly what is hidden behind the scenes."
Song Shuwan smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, please don't praise me. I'm really confused about this."
Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair, and the atmosphere in the room became solemn: "What the emperor wants is not the life of King Nanming, but the military power in King Nanming's hands."
"military power?"
Song Shuwan repeated the two words and gradually frowned: "So, the emperor is not particularly partial to the Xiang family, he just... has other agendas?"
Pei Huan smiled, with sarcasm in his eyes: "It's true that he favors the Xiang family, and it's true that he wants military power. It's just that King Nanming's speed caught the emperor by surprise, and that led to the current situation."
At this point, Pei Huan changed his tone and brought the topic back to Song Shuwan going to the inn.
"Can you explain why you need to go to the inn at this time?"
Song Shuwan held her cheek with one hand and looked at Pei Huan intently for a moment: "I want to ask Prince Nanming if, besides that letter, he has anything else related to the Song family case."
Pei Huan raised his eyebrows: "Is that just that?"
