"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Song Shuwan's eyes flickered: "How about the truth? How about lies?"
Pei Huan slowly leaned on the back of the wheelchair: "If it is true, this place is not suitable, but if it is a lie, I can tell you the answer now."
The wind blew by, and there was silence all around. Song Shuwan turned her eyes slightly, glanced across the man's face, and then suddenly stopped: "Tell the lie first."
"Princess Jingyang needs company."
Song Shuwan was silent. She knew this lie was a lie: "Where is the truth?"
"To tell you the truth, I'll tell you again at noon tomorrow."
At this moment, a young eunuch came over and said, "I have met the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess. The Emperor ordered this servant to come and guide the Crown Princess."
Pei Huan raised his head slightly and locked his empty eyes precisely on Song Shuwan's face: "It's time for you to get over."
Song Shuwan twitched the corners of her lips: "Okay, I'll just wait for the prince's answer."
Soon, Song Shuwan met Princess Jingyang. Unlike the suicide rumors outside, Princess Jingyang was very good, and even her spirit was better than what Song Shuwan had seen before.
Princess Jingyang caught a glimpse of Song Shuwan and sneered: "Who asked you to enter the palace again? They really took great pains to send me off, just for fear of being seen as a problem."
Song Shu Wan straightened her sleeves, and when she saw that all the palace people around her had their heads lowered, not daring to express their anger, she secretly sighed: "You should all step aside."
The palace people did not move, and Princess Jingyang darkened her eyes: "Everyone, please step aside."
"yes."
The palace people left one after another, and Princess Jingyang stood up slowly: "It's not the father or the queen mother, so who let you enter the palace?"
Song Shuwan blinked, not surprised that Princess Jingyang could see this problem, and said with a smile: "It's the crown prince."
"Pei Huan?"
Princess Jingyang tilted her head: "What does he want to do outside the palace?"
Song Shuwan shook her head: "I don't know, but... Princess Jingyang looks like it's much better than before. Could you please let me check your pulse?"
Princess Jingyang sneered, her eyes full of sarcasm: "Ping Anmai? You want to do it, after all, I will leave the capital tomorrow. I'm afraid you and I will never see each other again in the future."
After saying that, she turned around and sat down, directly placing her wrists on the small table.
Song Shuwan excused herself and stepped forward to diagnose Princess Jingyang's pulse: "As my wife said, the princess's health is indeed much better."
Princess Jingyang said calmly: "There are so many imperial doctors in the palace. If I can't even take good care of my princess' body, then it will be in vain to support them. Tell me, when will you leave?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning?" Princess Jingyang's tone rose slightly, confusion flashed across her face, "Why does Pei Huan want you to stay in the palace all night?"
Song Shuwan didn't answer and asked instead: "There are rumors in the capital that the princess wants to become a nun. Is this true?"
Princess Jingyang's expression suddenly darkened, and before she could speak, an announcement suddenly came from outside: "Princess, Doctor Zheng's wife is here."
Doctor Zheng’s wife? Zhongrou?
Doubts flashed through Song Shuwan's mind, and after a moment she saw the person who came, it was really Zhong Rou.
"My wife has met the princess. Princess, are the rumors in the capital true? Do you really want to leave the capital with the Queen Mother and become a nun?"
Zhong Rou saluted, but because of her eagerness, she didn't even notice Song Shuwan next to her, and a series of questions quickly followed.
Melancholy flashed in Princess Jingyang's eyes: "So what if it's true? So what if it's fake?"
Zhong Rou opened her mouth, turned her eyes, and suddenly noticed Song Shuwan, her brows instantly furrowed: "Why are you here?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "I'm here, does it surprise you?"
"you……"
"She was invited by my father." Princess Jingyang interrupted Zhongrou and glanced at Song Shuwan with complex eyes, "I and Zhongrou still have something to say. Can you stay away for a moment?"
Song Shuwan turned her gaze slightly, taking in the expressions of the two of them, and then nodded as if nothing had happened: "My wife is waiting in the outer hall."
Half an hour later, Zhong Rou came out of the inner hall.
Song Shuwan's eyes met hers, and before she could speak, she heard a cold snort.
Zhong Rou said: "Don't think that just by staring at the princess here, you can influence her behavior. The princess is so noble and noble that you, a fatherless and motherless person, cannot compare to you!"
Song Shuwan held her cheek with one hand and looked at her with a smile: "I have no father or mother? Are you sure?"
Zhong Rou's expression suddenly changed, she subconsciously looked left and right, and after a few moments, she just threw up her sleeves and left.
Song Shuwan watched Zhong Rou disappear outside the palace and narrowed her eyes slightly. It's really interesting that Princess Jingyang will leave the capital tomorrow, but she still has the leisure to call Zhong Rou into the palace today. What's more, Jing Yang is already under house arrest in the palace. Princess Yang, how did she announce Zhongrou's entry into the palace?
Is it possible that all the news released is false?
All kinds of thoughts quickly turned around, and they were quickly pressed into Song Shuwan's heart. During this period of time, she only focused on dealing with Han Sanzhen, and didn't even pay attention to the situation in the capital. The treatment of Pei Huan was important, but... revenge It's more important.
Song Shuwan closed her eyes and adjusted the subsequent arrangements in her heart.
The night passed quietly.
At dawn the next day, Princess Jingyang left the palace accompanied by palace attendants.
In front of the palace gate, the departing team was waiting quietly, with the Forbidden Army guarding them on both sides. Their murderous aura made people dare not approach easily.
"The Queen Mother has arrived——"
"See the Queen Mother!"
The Queen Mother was supported by Tao Yao, and when she heard the salute, she raised her hand slightly: "Everyone is exempt from the courtesy."
Everyone stood up. The Queen Mother looked around and said without delaying: "Leave the capital directly."
"yes!"
Amidst the roar, the convoy walked towards the city gate under the early morning sunshine.
At that time, Song Shuwan had already boarded the Marquis's carriage, and Baicao and Feiyuan were sitting on the left and right in the carriage.
"Prince Princess, you're so good, why did you enter the palace?"
Song Shuwan listened to Fei Yuan's inquiry and shook her head slightly: "I don't know why, but it was the prince who arranged for me to enter the palace. By the way, did anything happen to Qingfeng Yuan last night?"
Baicao and Fei Yuan looked at each other, and Fei Yuan said: "Several groups of assassins came to Qingfeng Yuan last night, but they were all eliminated by the secret guards, but..."
Song Shuwan understood: "There are casualties. How is the Crown Prince? The injury is not getting worse, right?"
"No, the prince was not in Qingfengyuan last night."
Song Shuwan was startled, Pei Huan was not in Qingfeng Courtyard?
At this time, the carriage returned to the Hou Mansion. Song Shuwan put her thoughts aside and got out of the carriage. She looked up and saw another carriage coming from behind.
Somehow, Song Shuwan suddenly had a clear understanding in her heart that the person sitting in that carriage should be Pei Huan.
Sure enough, as soon as the carriage stopped, An San pushed the wheelchair out, and the person sitting on it was Pei Huan.
An San raised his head and subconsciously saluted: "I have met the Crown Princess."
Song Shuwan twitched the corner of her lips and her eyes fell on Pei Huan. The man still wore the same clothes as yesterday. It seemed that he was really not in the Hou Mansion last night.
"Where did the prince come back from?"
