In front of the Hou Mansion, a carriage slowly stopped. Song Shuwan was supported by Baicao and Feiyuan, and staggered back to the room.
Pei Huan's wheelchair followed him beside him, and he didn't speak until he entered the room: "Don't tell anyone what happened today."
Song Shuwan lay flat on the bed and closed her eyes after hearing this: "Who in the palace was involved in today's matter? Your Majesty, I'm almost losing half my life, do you still want to hide things from me?"
Before Pei Huan opened his mouth, a sound of cursing came.
Han Sanzhen limped into the house on crutches: "The guards of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion are so useless that they can't even ensure the safety of the crown prince. And you, what kind of crown prince are you doing? People are running in front of you to kill your woman, so you just tolerate it, but what does it mean to let your own woman tolerate it?"
The more Han Sanzhen talked, the angrier he became. He raised the crutch in his hand and was about to hit Pei Huan.
"How dare you, the prince, you can touch him?" An Yi scolded and blocked the crutch as quickly as possible.
The next moment, several golden needles flew out and penetrated into An Yi's body at an extremely tricky angle. With a "bang" sound, An Yi fell to the ground with his eyes open, standing upright like a corpse.
Pei Huan listened to the movement and frowned slightly: "What did you do to An Yi?"
Han Sanzhen glared at him: "If you dare to attack me, what's wrong with me teaching him a lesson? Or do you want to protect him and say a few words to me?"
Pei Huan's brows furrowed even more tightly: "He is my man, even if he is arrogant, that is..."
"The Crown Prince, Mr. Han."
Song Shuwan, who was lying on the bed, spoke with just five words, directly breaking the deadlock between the two parties.
"I'm a little tired."
Han Sanzhen snorted coldly: "I'll show you first."
With that said, he stepped forward.
Behind him, Pei Huan turned his head slightly. He couldn't see what was going on in the room, so he simply stopped making any sound.
After a while, Han Sanzhen stood up and said: "This time you are lucky. Next time you go out, be sure to bring enough guards."
Song Shuwan thanked her with a pale face, and Han Sanzhen left quickly with a cane.
When the sound of the crutches tapping the ground disappeared, Song Shuwan said: "Thank you very much for saving your life today, Your Majesty. There are some things that I won't ask if Your Majesty doesn't want to tell. But next time, I won't cooperate with Your Majesty."
Pei Huan pressed his eyebrows: "I owe you this time."
Song Shuwan closed her eyes and remained silent.
Soon, the sound of wooden wheels rolling on the ground faded away, and Song Shuwan opened her eyes: "Baicao."
Baicao quickly stepped forward: "What are your orders from the Crown Princess?"
"What happened between you and Fei Yuan earlier?"
Guilt appeared on Baicao's face: "Feiyuan and the slaves have been following the imperial concubine, but they were stopped in front of the hall door. They noticed something unusual and were about to go in but were stopped again. The person who did it was very skilled in martial arts. Feiyuan and Even the slaves...can't handle it."
Baicao said the last four words with great frustration. Both Fei Yuan and her had gone through various trainings. They didn't expect to encounter such a hurdle today.
Song Shuwan pursed her lips: "Give me a glass of water."
"yes."
The warm water flowed across her throat, temporarily suppressing Song Shuwan's irritability: "If this doesn't happen next time, let's go out."
Baicao said yes, turned around and exited the room.
Song Shuwan closed her eyes as she listened to the sound of the door closing.
In a daze, there was a sudden noise outside, and then the door was pushed open, and a group of people broke in.
Song Shuwan only had time to open her eyes when she felt a pulling force. She looked intently and was shocked to find that it was the little princess.
Somehow, she suddenly thought of Mrs. Xinguo Gong. These two people...could there be any connection, right?
Thoughts flashed quickly, and the pain in her abdomen brought Song Shuwan back to her thoughts. She lay on the ground and looked at the sulky little princess. Even though she was sweating from the pain on her forehead, her expression did not change. Instead, she spoke teasingly:
"The little princess brought people into the Marquis's residence. If word spread, it would ruin your reputation for being gentle and kind."
The little princess was condescending. After hearing this, the expression on her face was distorted for a moment, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Song Shuwan, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into him? How could he say such things to me?"
Song Shuwan twitched the corners of her lips: "What kind of ecstasy soup can I pour into the prince? If the prince is really interested in the princess, how can he still be indifferent to the princess after a few years? If you don't love, you don't love. No matter how much the little princess does, it will be useless. yes……"
"you wanna die!"
The little princess screamed, grabbed the knife of the guard next to her, and was about to kill someone.
The next moment, a figure flashed past, snatched the knife from the little princess's hand, and pushed the little princess hard at the same time.
"ah!"
"Princess, be careful!"
When the people around him were in chaos, Baicao turned around expressionlessly, carefully picked up the person on the ground and put him back on the bed: "Prince Princess, are you okay?"
Song Shuwan twitched the corner of her mouth. She could already feel the dampness at the wound, and the pain became much worse.
She smiled and said, "My wound may have opened."
Baicao's face instantly darkened: "I will send someone to invite Mr. Han."
On the other side, the little princess pushed away the person next to her, and her resentful eyes fell on Baicao's face: "You are so brave, even this princess dares to push you."
Have you finally stopped calling yourself "I"?
Song Shuwan noticed the title of the little princess, and a flash of ridicule flashed in her eyes. She thought that the little princess had always been approachable, but it turned out that it was because she never got angry.
Baicao greeted the little princess with an expressionless face: "So what if I push her? Today, let alone the little princess, even if the prince is here, if he dares to touch the prince's concubine, the servants will push her."
The little princess laughed angrily: "It turns out that the maid next to the Crown Princess is so loyal. After all, it is the dog raised by the Crown Princess. The dog cannot live without its owner. It naturally wants to support the master, so let me see it. Can the master you are protecting allow you to live? Come here and give this princess a hard beating. If she lives today, you will all die!"
Song Shuwan didn't expect the little princess to say such words, and her face suddenly turned pale: "Little princess, this is the Marquis's Mansion, not the palace, you..."
"beat!"
The little princess became fierce, and the people she brought did not dare to neglect, and stepped forward to take action.
Baicao's eyes were sharp, and he knocked out several people with his backhand: "If the little princess wants to take action, the slave will risk her life at most, but is it worth it if the little princess's life and the slave's life are put together?"
The little princess was startled and subconsciously took a few steps back: "You, you want to do something to me?"
Baicao turned his head slightly and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms: "Look at it, little princess."
The room fell into silence. Even Song Shuwan did not expect that things would develop to this point. However, after such farce, she was certain of one thing.
Today, Mrs. Xinguo wanted to kill her because she must have been instructed by the little princess. Only the little princess could make Pei Huan say those words that could not be told outside.
But she didn't understand that the little princess had always maintained an excellent reputation. Even if she took action, her reputation would be damaged. What kind of stimulus could make the little princess lose her cool and make such a radical arrangement?
