Qinglian rejected Song Shuwan's proposal and she was determined to stay in the capital.
"The day the situation here becomes unstable, the day I will not leave."
Song Shuwan frowned. She disagreed with Qinglian's idea, but she couldn't change Qinglian's idea.
After thinking for a moment, she left "It's up to you" and left.
That night, some news about the situation in the palace came out - Prince Ning was fine. He and the late emperor occupied half of the palace and were having a stalemate in the palace. As for the doctors he invited into the palace, they were all given to him by the late emperor. Beheaded.
"Looking at the situation over there, I guess the stalemate won't last long. The late emperor will not allow Prince Ning to provoke him."
An San expressed his guess, Song Shuwan nodded and asked him to continue sending people to keep an eye on the palace.
Not long after, Zhen Rong appeared. When he saw Song Shuwan, he asked, "Does the young lady know about the changes in the palace?"
"I know something. General Zhen is here, but what do you want to discuss with me?"
Song Shuwan asked calmly, and Zhen Rong also answered neatly.
"I want to enter the palace."
Song Shuwan was silent, and after a long time she asked uncertainly: "General Zhen wants to enter the palace, but for the sake of the late emperor?"
Zhen Rong said nothing, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Song Shuwan: "..."
To be honest, she didn't want Zhen Rong to get involved in the affairs of the palace now. On the one hand, the situation in the palace was ever-changing, and no one could tell what would happen in the next moment.
On the other hand, Zhen Rong is Zhen Yuan's father after all. Even if Song Shuwan had some suspicions about Zhen Yuan, she still has to worry about some situations when death is like a light going out.
After thinking for a long time, Song Shuwan said truthfully: "General Zhen, I don't suggest you get involved."
"I have to get involved, Miss Song. I can't let go of the Zhen family's feud."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips: "But if you go now, you may not get the results you want."
"How can you know if you don't try?"
Song Shuwan asked a few more tentative questions, and after confirming that she couldn't change Zhen Rong's mind, she could only ask someone to make arrangements.
"I can't guarantee that I will be able to send you to the palace. I just hope that you can stay calm even if you enter the palace and don't put yourself in danger."
Song Shuwan gave Zhen Rong some instructions and sent Zhen Rong away, but when she turned around, her heart couldn't help but feel cold.
She thought for a while and went to find Qinglian.
"Qinglian, General Zhen has entered the palace."
Qinglian raised her eyes slightly, and there was no surprise in her eyes: "If the prince and Prince Ning hadn't suppressed him, he should have entered the palace long ago."
Hearing these words, Song Shuwan tightened her fingers: "You had known for a long time that he would enter the palace?"
"Don't Miss Song also know? Zhen Rong can't let go of the Zhen family's hatred. He has been fighting for Dazhou all his life. How can he tolerate such a thing when he is old?"
Song Shuwan sighed: "If you work hard now, you may not be able to get the results you want."
"What about Miss Song?"
Song Shuwan was startled: "What's wrong with me?"
Qinglian leaned forward slightly: "Miss Song's revenge, isn't she risking her life? At that time, Miss Song never thought that she would not get the result she wanted?"
Song Shuwan was silent. She had thought about it, but she felt that the revenge of the Song family must be avenged now, and she could lose her life for it.
In the silence, the corner of Qinglian's mouth curled up with a mocking arc: "Look, Miss Song also knows that there will be no result, but Miss Song still desperately wants revenge. They are the same person, so why bother to persuade General Zhen?"
After a long time, Song Shuwan sighed: "Qinglian, have you ever said that you can easily hit people's pain points with your words?"
Qinglian blinked and her fingertips fell on Song Shuwan: "I didn't have it before, but now I have it."
Song Shuwan smiled bitterly: "Should I be honored?"
Qinglian smiled and said nothing.
Seeing this, Song Shuwan shook her head, turned and left.
After the palace was sealed for three days, the news was finally released - to attend the morning court.
The cultural relic officials entered the hall with fear, only to find that the person sitting on the dragon chair was no longer King Ning, but the late emperor.
In an instant, everyone saluted: "I have met the emperor."
The emperor looked at them condescendingly: "Everyone, get up. I haven't been to court for a long time and have missed many important events. Today, all my dear friends, please have a good chat with me."
"yes."
In the court hall, the monarch and his ministers were talking.
Outside the court, Song Shuwan suddenly received a message from the dead Chen San, who invited Song Shuwan to meet in a pavilion ten miles outside the city.
Shan Hai frowned: "How could a dead person send news now? Is it possible that Chen San is not dead?"
Song Shuwan looked at the note in front of her silently and said calmly: "Whether Chen San is dead or not, when this news is sent, I will definitely go there."
As soon as these words came out, Shanhai quickly said: "No, it is too dangerous for Miss to go there if the situation is unclear."
An San answered: "You can send someone to inquire about the news first and make sure that Chen San is there and there are no ambush around. It will be safe if the young lady appears again."
The two of them were talking to each other, and Song Shuwan was quite amused when she heard it: "Do you think Chen San will stay there if I am late?"
What's more important is that Chen San himself is a person who sells information. He has many people hiding under his command. He will definitely guess the plan of the secret agent. When the time comes, they may find out what they will do.
"Okay, put away your thoughts, I will go there myself at noon tomorrow."
Shan Hai and An San wanted to speak, but after looking at each other, they both chose silence.
At noon the next day, Song Shuwan took a carriage and rushed to the pavilion outside the capital. As soon as she landed, she saw the people in the pavilion turning around.
Song Shuwan took a closer look, and surprise suddenly appeared on her face: "Zhen, Zhen Yuan? Are you still alive?"
That's right, the person standing in the pavilion is Zhen Yuan.
Hearing the inquiry, Zhen Yuan's lips curled up slightly: "Yes, I'm still alive."
Song Shuwan opened her mouth, but found that she didn't know what to say. After a short silence, she walked into the pavilion: "Why did you send me a message in the name of Chen San?"
"Because I am Chen San's master."
Song Shuwan was stunned: "So, the other master Chen San talked about is actually you?"
Zhen Yuan nodded and made an inviting gesture towards the stone table next to him: "Stop standing there. I have prepared good wine and good food today. How about we chat while eating?"
Song Shuwan pursed her lips, and the words of rejection swirled in her mouth. In the end, there was only silence, and then she sat down in cooperation.
Zhen Yuan poured her a glass of wine: "There have been a lot of changes in the capital recently. Even you divorced Pei Huanhe, which really shocked me."
Song Shuwan picked up the wine glass: "Thank you for your concern, Miss Zhen. I am very curious, why did Miss Zhen fake her death? Mr. Wen knows, does Miss Zhen fake her death? And what about General Zhen? Does he know?"
Two acquaintances in a row mentioned different people.
Zhen Yuan smiled: "Wen Yixiu doesn't know, and neither does my father. In fact, at the beginning, I really wanted to die."
