Song Shuwan lay on the carriage and returned to the Hou Mansion. It was already approaching evening.
Her temples were soaked with cold sweat and stuck tightly to her face, her eyes were closed tightly, and her whole breath seemed very weak.
Baicao wanted to touch her several times, but withdrew her hand: "Feiyuan, go and ask Mr. Han to come over."
"good."
Soon, Han Sanzhen entered Qingfeng Courtyard and saw Song Shuwan's eyes closed, and he was furious.
"I just said that Pei Huan is not a good person! Why are you still standing there? Go get the medicine and a pair of scissors. You two, remove the cloth from her wound first."
Han Sanzhen gave some instructions and left the room.
After everything was settled, half an hour later, Fei Yuan left with a basin of blood, while Baicao carefully placed the quilt on the unconscious man's body.
At this time, questioning sounded outside the house.
"How? Has it been dealt with?"
Baicao's hand shook: "It has been taken care of, Mr. Han, the Crown Princess's injury..."
As she spoke, she walked out. After opening the door, she suddenly paused: "Slave, I have met the Crown Prince."
Pei Huanduan was sitting in a wheelchair. Hearing the salute, he turned his head slightly and asked, "How are you doing?"
Baicao felt a little angry, but her face remained calm: "Still unconscious."
Pei Huan frowned slightly: "How is the wound?"
Baicao replied: "It's very heavy, I guess it will take a while."
Pei Huan was silent for a moment, then spoke: "Haosheng takes good care of her. If you need anything, just tell An San."
After saying that, he signaled An Yi to push the wheelchair and leave.
When Pei Huan and Baicao were talking, Han Sanzhen didn't speak. It was only then that he spoke: "Why, Prince Pei doesn't even have the idea of seeing her? Or, you don't dare to see her?"
An Yi lowered his head and stopped subconsciously.
Pei Huan said calmly: "I have nothing to dare, Mr. Han, because you are from the Divine Medical Valley, I will be polite to you, but if you keep speaking rudely, don't blame me for not giving the Divine Medical Valley face." , let’s go.”
The last two words were for An Yi.
The wooden wheels rolled across the ground, and the sound gradually faded away.
Han Sanzhen stared at the figures in front of him. After a while, he snorted coldly, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to Baicao.
"Give her the medicine in this porcelain bottle tomorrow morning, and tell her to recuperate and be at peace these days, and stop worrying about what's there and what's not."
Baicao quickly took it and bowed his head in response.
In the evening, Song Shuwan woke up from a severe pain. When she turned her head, she found that she was lying on the bed. The candlelight was swaying in the room, but no one was there.
"Baicao."
Song Shuwan struggled to speak, but found that the sound was as low as the chirping of insects. Just when she felt uncomfortable, she saw the closed door being pushed open, and Baicao and Feiyuan rushed into the house one after another.
"Prince Princess, how do you feel now?"
"Prince Princess, are you still in pain?"
Baicao and Feiyuan asked one after another. Song Shuwan listened and subconsciously twitched the corners of her lips, but soon her face tightened because of the pain in her body.
"Get me a glass of water."
Baicao quickly poured water: "Prince Princess, please drink slowly."
The warm water entered her throat, making Song Shuwan feel very comfortable. After she recovered, she asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"
Baicao replied: "It's been almost two hours, Crown Princess, how are you feeling now?"
Song Shuwan pursed her lips: "I feel okay so far. By the way, who sent me back?"
"It was the Marquis's carriage that brought you back."
Fei Yuan on the side took the words and frowned tightly: "Prince Concubine, why did the emperor hit you?"
Fei Yuan was not there when Pei Huan came over, so she didn't know the situation.
Before Song Shuwan could say anything, Baicao answered: "Because the little princess's heart disease has attacked again."
Fei Yuan's eyes widened instantly: "The little princess's heart disease is born, and it cannot be just because the Crown Princess takes care of her body..."
"Be careful what you say."
Before Fei Yuan could finish her words, Baicao interrupted her and then handed the cup in her hand to Fei Yuan.
"Pour some more tea for the Crown Princess."
Fei Yuan was a little unhappy, but still obediently went to pour tea.
Song Shuwan saw this, feeling helpless and amused: "Fei Yuan's temperament is too straightforward."
Baicao said: "As long as you can control it, there's nothing wrong with being more straightforward. What does the Crown Princess think?"
Song Shuwan twitched the corners of her lips: "That's true."
While the two were talking, there were two gentle knocks on the door.
Song Shuwan narrowed her eyes slightly and guessed who was outside the door almost instantly: "Your Majesty, please come in."
The door opened, and it was indeed Pei Huan who was outside.
"The emperor sent something over."
Song Shuwan's lips curled up with a hint of mockery: "A big stick plus sweet dates, the emperor's combination of grace and power is used on my little prince concubine. It's really flattering."
Pei Huan also knew that she had been wronged, and secretly sighed: "I will get it back for you in the future."
Song Shuwan closed her eyes: "Asking for it back? Does the prince mean that he will take action against the emperor?"
"I will only look for the culprit."
"The culprit?"
Song Shuwan repeated Pei Huan's words slowly, and the sarcasm in her eyes became more obvious: "When it comes to being the culprit in this matter, it seems that the prince is also involved, right?"
The emperor and the little princess were the main reasons, but Pei Huan was not innocent either.
In the silence, Pei Huan nodded: "I do have a share, so I will compensate you later. As for the rest... I hope you can endure it for a while longer."
Again, patience.
Song Shuwan was already irritated by these two words, but she also knew that if she wanted an explanation for what happened today, she must continue to endure it.
"I understand. Prince, if you have nothing else to do, please leave first. I am tired and want to rest."
Pei Huan did not stay, and after taking a deep look at Song Shuwan, he left.
Baicao frowned: "Prince Concubine, I don't understand why the Crown Prince keeps asking you to endure it? Obviously this matter is..."
"No matter who did it, I'm waiting for his final result."
At this time, Fei Yuan came back with tea.
Song Shuwan pressed the topic, drank the water, and asked the two to leave.
The next day, Zhen Yuan ran to the Hou Mansion dragging his wounds that had not yet healed. He sat by the window and looked at Song Shuwan up and down, tut-tutting.
"I'm not telling you, the Crown Princess is in a much worse situation than me right now."
Song Shuwan glanced at her and swept her eyes from her abdomen: "Your injury must not have healed yet. Are you afraid that the wound will collapse if you run out in such a hurry?"
Zhen Yuan blinked: "With the way the imperial concubine handled it, I believe the wound will not collapse so easily."
The two chatted for a while, and Zhen Yuan brought the topic to the little princess.
"Does the Crown Princess intend to endure this matter?"
Song Shuwan said lightly: "Why do you say that?"
"I believe that the Crown Princess will not be willing to suffer a disaster for no reason, so I brought this to the Crown Princess."
