"I don't have any opinion at the moment. I have to go see Hu Na first."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan immediately asked someone to prepare the carriage. When she returned to the inn, she found that Hu Na was waiting in the hall.
"It seems that the Queen knows the reason why the two of us came back."
Hu Na nodded with a solemn expression: "I know you won't believe my words, but I can swear that the Tatar army that appeared outside the city was indeed not brought here."
Song Shuwan sneered: "So you want to say that your position as queen is unstable?"
Hu Na's face turned dark and she opened her mouth several times but no sound came out.
Song Shuwan kept staring at her. Seeing that she didn't refute, she suddenly felt uneasy and raised her voice: "Isn't it? Your position as queen is really unstable?"
Hu Na tilted her head: "After I ascended the throne, the time I stayed in the Tatar capital was too short. There is no guarantee that some people will have thoughts that they shouldn't have."
This is no longer a matter of thinking.
Song Shuwan pressed her eyebrows: "How many Tatar princes can have such courage?"
"One, but that person was already useless before I left."
Song Shuwan twitched her lips: "Obviously, you are not completely useless."
After she said these words, she didn't speak again, but she kept thinking about the follow-up arrangements in her heart.
If the Tatar army outside the city was really not brought by Hu Na, then the previous judgment that she and the third prince of Beidi would join forces was wrong. If Beidi and the Tatar army join forces, Anyuan City may not be able to defend it.
Thinking of this, she looked at Pei Huan, only to find that the latter had also looked over.
When their eyes met, Song Shuwan opened her mouth and said what she was thinking: "I'm afraid I can't defend Anyuan City."
There was a dead silence in the hall, which was finally broken by Pei Huan.
"Regardless of whether it can be defended in the end, Lin Yu's army cannot retreat at present. Hu Na, where is the Tatar army you brought?"
"Outside the city, but there is a Beidi army surrounding that side. If you want to contact them, it will be difficult."
Pei Huan glanced at Hu Na, and an unknown meaning quickly flashed in his eyes.
He said: "As long as you can produce a token, then I can send someone to contact you."
Hu Na's eyes flashed: "It's amazing that Prince Pei can still send the news at this time."
"That's nothing compared to the Queen. She dared not return to the capital for such a long time after taking the throne. I'm afraid she is the first one since ancient times."
Pei Huan and Hu Na exchanged a few words back and forth, and the latter took out a jade pendant.
"I have always carried this jade pendant with me. As long as Prince Pei's people send it over, someone will naturally recognize it. By then, the army hiding in the dark will be mobilized, and the current predicament will definitely be solved."
Pei Huan didn't say anything, he just took the jade pendant and handed it to a secret guard next to him.
After this, Hu Na left.
Pei Huan turned sideways: "In the past few days, I will stay on the city wall. You are in the inn. Don't go out unless necessary. If you must go out, you must send someone to tell me."
Song Shuwan felt strange, but she also knew that she needed to be careful in the current situation, so she nodded in agreement, and then said, "You have injuries on your body. You must be careful when walking around in the past few days. Don't crack the wound. If it affects your recovery, you must delay it." a long time."
"I know that I will come back immediately after the matters outside are settled."
Pei Huan looked deeply at Song Shuwan and left without saying a word.
As soon as he left, Song Shuwan felt that the station was much emptier, but her melancholy did not last long, and was soon overtaken by the appearance of Qinglian.
"Something happened to the little princess, Miss Song, you have to go and see it."
Song Shuwan stood up and was about to leave with Qinglian. Suddenly she remembered something and asked hurriedly: "Where does the little princess live?"
"It's right in the inn, but close to the back door."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan quickened her pace and walked towards the back door.
Soon, she saw the little princess, a little princess with a tired face and a decadent look.
"Are you here? Come to see my joke?"
Facing the little princess's question, Song Shuwan shook her head gently: "No, I just heard that something happened to you, so I came to take a look."
The corner of the little princess's mouth curled up with a hint of mockery: "To put it bluntly, you just want to see if I am dead, right?"
Song Shuwan sighed: "Whatever you think."
The little princess closed her eyes: "I have nothing to do. Just go and don't appear in front of me."
Song Shuwan ignored it, looked at the little princess carefully, and stepped forward to take her pulse.
The next moment, a heavy slap fell on the back of Song Shuwan's hand.
She was in pain, and her brows suddenly furrowed: "What do you mean, little princess?"
The little princess's eyes were full of anger: "I told you, don't appear in front of me. Don't you understand human speech?"
Song Shuwan laughed angrily: "Don't you think that you can drive people away at will when you are locked up here? If I weren't afraid that you would die inexplicably, I wouldn't even bother to hear news about you!"
"Pooh!"
The little princess spat: "You just want me to die, don't say it in a high-sounding way, you are the daughter of a guilty minister, you have no qualifications..."
"Snapped!"
Song Shuwan waved her hand and gave the little princess a slap. While interrupting her words, she said coldly: "You have been locked up for so many days and you still can't recognize your identity? Then I will help you identify yourself today. You Ah, you are no longer the pampered little princess in the capital. Now you are just a prisoner, a prisoner who betrayed the Great Zhou Dynasty! They say that I am the daughter of a guilty minister, but you are not even as good as the daughter of a guilty minister!"
She thought she was already very polite, but she would not tolerate the little princess's repeated provocations.
Thinking about it, Song Shuwan slapped the little princess a few more times.
The little princess covered her beaten cheek, opened her eyes wide, and stared at Song Shuwan: "You, how dare you hit me!"
"Why don't I dare to hit you?"
Song Shuwan asked in reply, then waved her hand and slapped her a few more times.
But this time the little princess's hand was covering her cheek, so her slaps hit the back of the little princess's hand.
But even so, the little princess still blushed with anger.
"Song Shuwan, you are looking for death!"
The little princess screamed, raised her head and slammed into Song Shuwan.
However, the next moment, Song Shuwan dodged her impact lightly: "Little princess, you were born with a heart disease. I advise you to be calm and stay quietly. Don't risk your own life."
After saying that, Song Shuwan looked over, and Qinglian immediately stepped forward to control the little princess.
Qinglian pinned her down on the bed and said condescendingly: "Your Highness, this is Anyuan City, not the capital. You should listen to Miss Song and stay quietly."
"Let me go, let go..."
The little princess seemed to be unable to hear what others were saying, and struggled even more fiercely.
Song Shuwan sighed, took out the golden needle, and quickly pricked the little princess twice: "Okay, let the little princess..."
Before she could finish speaking, the little princess suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
