"Prince Princess, are you really doing it for safety?"
Zhen Yuan didn't say much, just asked and silenced Song Shuwan completely.
As time passed, Zhen Yuan sighed: "The Crown Princess used to keep a low profile in the capital, but I have never seen the Crown Princess like this."
Song Shuwan said lightly: "I know that you and the Crown Prince have a plan, and he doesn't want me to be involved in it. I also hope that Miss Zhen will stop instigating me. If it's not necessary, I won't..."
"boom!"
The window was suddenly broken, and Qinglian rushed into the house. Without waiting for Song Shuwan to ask, he took her out of the window again. There was already a carriage waiting below.
The cold wind blew in her face. Song Shuwan didn't waste any time and quickly got on the carriage before asking, "What's going on?"
Qinglian opened the car window and looked around: "Something happened over there, Crown Prince."
The carriage shook and left the inn as quickly as possible.
Song Shuwan was surprised: "What? Didn't he just leave Ningyuan City not long ago?"
Her expression suddenly changed. Pei Huan was safe if he dared to leave. How could something happen just after he left?
"The Tatar Princess led a group of soldiers to ambush the place where the prince must pass."
In just one sentence, Song Shuwan understood the key: "The prince has a traitor around him."
Qinglian nodded and was about to speak when there was a sudden sound from above.
Song Shuwan subconsciously raised her head, and the next moment, she was pulled away by Qinglian.
At the same time, a knife penetrated the wooden board above and landed exactly where Song Shuwan was sitting.
Qinglian's face turned ugly: "Prince Princess, be careful, Qinglian goes out to confront the enemy!"
Before Song Shuwan could speak, Qinglian rushed out. Not long after, the crisp sound of swords clashing came into the carriage. She thought for a while, opened the window slightly and looked out.
At this moment, there was a light knock on the car door, followed by Zhen Yuan's voice.
"Prince Princess, do you want to come with me?"
Song Shuwan's heart sank when she heard a shout: "Who is that over there? Get away quickly, or I'll kill you too."
Zhen Yuan chuckled lightly, with murderous intent in his words: "Kill me too? I want to see if you have this ability!"
The moment she finished speaking, another group of men appeared and attacked the speaker and his men with fierce gestures.
In this way, Qinglian and others felt much more relaxed, and Qinglian was able to turn around and look at Zhenyuan very warily.
When Zhen Yuan saw it, a little impatience flashed in his eyes: "You, the subordinate, are just as annoying as the master."
This was the first time Zhen Yuan showed obvious emotions, so Song Shuwan looked sideways, somewhat disbelieving.
"The Crown Princess doesn't need to look at me like that, I'm just saying what's in my heart."
Zhen Yuan snorted lightly and got out of the carriage.
Qinglian lowered her voice: "Prince Princess, this Miss Zhen is very dangerous. You should not get too close to her."
Song Shuwan was noncommittal and asked, "Are there any plans for the future?"
"When we leave the city, something happens to the prince, and he may need treatment from the prince's concubine."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan nodded: "Let's go."
Not long after, the carriage left Ningyuan City and headed north. After about half an hour, the carriage stopped outside a village.
As soon as Song Shuwan got off the carriage, she found that this village was very familiar. It was the village that the eldest princess had brought her to before.
After turning her thoughts around, she subconsciously looked at Qinglian: "What's going on? Why are you here?"
Qinglian whispered: "This place is empty, so the prince will use this place to temporarily avoid danger."
Really?
Song Shuwan looked at the entrance of the village in front of her, all kinds of thoughts surging in her heart, and finally turned into calm. With Zhen Yuan here, it would be best if there were no problems, but even if there were problems, she could at least save her life.
Thinking about it, Song Shuwan walked into the village.
The village was very quiet, only the occasional sound of wind passed by, and there was some movement.
Qinglian reminded: "The Crown Prince is in the front yard."
"Understood."
Song Shuwan replied casually, and then strode towards the yard Qinglian mentioned.
In the yard, Pei Huan was sitting in a wheelchair. Seeing Song Shuwan appear, he sighed: "Are you here?"
Song Shuwan looked around and saw nothing strange, then looked at Pei Huan: "Qinglian said something happened to you and asked me to come over and take a look. Why is the prince sitting in a wheelchair again?"
"I'm a little injured and can't move around easily."
"Really? Where is the prince injured?"
While speaking, Song Shuwan came to Pei Huan, her scrutinizing eyes swept across Pei Huan's body, and finally landed on his face.
"leg."
"leg?"
Song Shuwan bent down and reached for Pei Huan's knee: "Which part is injured?"
The next moment, Pei Huan stopped her hand: "It fell."
The two looked at each other, and Song Shuwan felt funny inexplicably: "I heard what Qinglian said. The prince was seriously injured. How come I am here and the prince just... fell?"
Pei Huan frowned: "Qinglian?"
Qinglian saluted: "Qinglian was afraid of an accident, so she made the prince's situation more critical."
The courtyard fell into silence, and Song Shuwan snorted coldly: "Since the prince is fine, I won't stay here and take my leave."
She was about to leave as she said this, but as soon as she turned around, her hand was grabbed by Pei Huan.
"Everyone is here, so don't leave in a hurry. I happen to have some people here that you need to take a look at."
Song Shuwan paused and broke away from Pei Huan's hand: "Where are the injured people?"
Pei Huan tilted his head: "Qinglian, take the Crown Princess over."
"Yes, please, Crown Princess."
Qinglian made a gesture of invitation, but Song Shuwan shook her head and said she would leave later.
"Let me check on the situation first."
Pei Huan leaned on the wheelchair, waited for Song Shuwan to check for a moment, and then asked: "Is there nothing wrong with my legs?"
Song Shuwan's face darkened: "Your Majesty, do you think there is nothing wrong with your legs?"
Pei Huan nodded: "It should be no problem, I didn't feel anything unusual."
Song Shuwan laughed angrily, took out the golden needles and pierced several of them on Pei Huan's legs: "Now, the prince can't feel anything unusual?"
As time passed, the expression on Pei Huan's face gradually changed: "This, this is..."
Song Shuwan stood up and backed away, her tone as cold as ice: "The reason why the prince can't feel anything abnormal is because his legs have not fully recovered. Under the control of the golden needle, the prince's senses will be sharper than normal people. How about it? Do you still dare to say it now?"
Pei Huan was silent and closed his eyes for a while: "My legs won't be what they used to be, right?"
Song Shuwan said lightly: "It depends on the prince. If he continues to behave like this, it will be Han Langzhong who comes again. These legs..."
She didn't finish her words, her light eyes glanced at Pei Huan's legs, and then she let Qinglian lead the way away.
Song Shuwan left simply, and Zhen Yuan, who had been ignored, fell behind, looked around, and finally stood in front of Pei Huan.
"Prince Pei's legs won't really be broken in the end, right? Oh, if that's the case, the prince might as well give the prince's concubine to me. I can keep her worry-free."
Pei Huan sneered: "Fantasy, don't think that I don't know your plan. Dispel your idea as soon as possible. Don't even think about involving her in the Song family's secret affairs."
