Qinglian was shocked: "Miss Song, what's wrong with the little princess?"
Song Shuwan frowned and quickly put her fingertips on the little princess's wrist. After a few moments, her sharp eyes fell on Qinglian: "She has no heart disease. She is not a real little princess."
As soon as these words came out, Qinglian was stunned: "It's impossible. No one has been in or out of this place since the little princess was sent in. How could she be fake?"
Song Shuwan's expression was complicated. She thought of another possibility: "Is it possible that the little princess brought back was fake from the beginning?"
"What do you mean, Miss? The people below are deliberately deceiving the Crown Prince?"
Deceiving Pei Huan?
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes. I'm afraid the people below don't have the courage. They just don't know if this matter has anything to do with Pei Huan. If so...
She glanced at Qinglian from the corner of her eyes, took out the golden needle, and quickly sealed the heart of the "little princess": "She was poisoned. I am not good at detoxifying. Qinglian, I can only leave it to you."
Qinglian nodded: "Don't worry, I will save her life."
Song Shuwan stepped back a few steps and handed the "little princess" to Qinglian.
Fortunately, the poison in the "little princess" was not fatal. Several attempts were made to save her life, but she was only alive.
Qinglian said: "The poison in her body is very strange. It makes her weak, but it does not kill her directly. However, if you want to detoxify, you can't completely detoxify..."
Having said this, Qinglian shook her head: "Miss, I can only say that I tried my best."
Song Shuwan didn't say much, and returned to the room after leaving.
Time passed five days later, Anyuan City gradually became quiet, and even the impact of the earthquake slowly disappeared.
Song Shuwan had been paying attention to external affairs, but she found that the more she paid attention, the less news she could get. In addition to being strange, she could only focus on the fake little princess.
Since the latter never admitted that he was fake, Song Shuwan and Qinglian were quite helpless.
"To be honest, I know whether you are real or fake. If you really insist on it, you will fall behind."
"I am serious. Stop slandering me here."
Song Shuwan smiled and pushed the tea cup in her hand: "Okay, this is my last inquiry. I hope you... can always stick to this statement."
Leaving these words behind, she took Qinglian and left.
When they arrived at the courtyard, Qinglian frowned and asked, "Why do you tolerate it, young lady? We have already determined that she is a fake. If you are not convinced, you will be sent for interrogation. You can always find out things from her mouth."
"Don't think about interrogating everything. If she wants to hide it, let her hide it. After all, we still have time to figure out the reason behind this matter."
Song Shuwan explained slowly. At this moment, a secret guard hurriedly ran from the front.
"I've met Miss."
Song Shuwan nodded: "What's the matter?"
"The prince is back."
Song Shuwan looked surprised. When she came back at this time, the situation outside the city had stabilized?
With this idea in mind, she strode forward and soon saw Pei Huan and Hu Na who were traveling with her.
When the two sides faced each other, Song Shuwan suddenly realized that something was wrong. Pei Huan and Hu Na's expressions were too ugly.
"You... go to the hall first and bring some cups of tea."
The three of them entered the hall and waited for tea cups to be served. Song Shuwan took the initiative to break the silence: "But there was an accident outside the city and the situation was out of control?"
Pei Huan pinched his eyebrows and said: "An accident did happen. As for the situation, I can't say whether I can control it at the moment."
As soon as these words came out, Song Shuwan could hardly hide the surprise on her face: "What happened?"
At this time, Hu Na took over the words: "The Tatar army joining forces with Beidi outside the city is the one I brought."
Song Shuwan: "..."
She remembered clearly that before, Hu Na was very sure that the Tatar army outside had nothing to do with her. Why did this certainty disappear after a few days?
In the silence, Song Shuwan pondered, and after a long time she asked: "Can the Queen take back that army?"
Hu Na sighed: "If there was a way to take it back, I wouldn't..."
She paused here, shook her head, and then pressed down the rest of her words.
Song Shuwan suddenly felt a headache. Could it be that they had to fall into an isolated and helpless situation again?
But she also knew that Pei Huan was under a lot of pressure now, so she didn't say much. After Hu Na left, she told Pei Huan the news that the little princess in the backyard was fake.
In an instant, Pei Huan frowned: "Fake? Impossible. The secret guard has been staring at her from the beginning. He never left his sight all the way back. How could it be fake?"
"She has no heart disease."
Just five words made the hall fall into silence.
Pei Huan thought for a moment: "I'll go see her."
Song Shuwan asked: "Do you want me to accompany you?"
"Need not."
Pei Huan dropped two words and strode away.
Then, Qinglian walked in from the door: "Miss, why don't you follow? When the prince meets with the fake little princess, he will definitely say something related to the real princess. If you don't go, you will miss the news."
Song Shuwan said lightly: "I have a grudge against the little princess, but today, that grudge is no longer enough for me to keep an eye on her."
Whether it's true or not, the little princess's fate has already been determined. If she stares any longer, it will only appear that she is too stingy, so she should just get over it.
Qinglian raised her eyebrows: "The young lady is thinking too wildly, but I don't know if the prince is also thinking that wildly."
Song Shuwan's expression condensed slightly: "What do you mean by this?"
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In the backyard, Pei Huan pushed open the door of the room and saw the person standing inside.
After a brief pause, he asked: "Are you fake?"
"Isn't the prince very clear about whether I am fake?"
The little princess took a few steps forward, and as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly bumped into Pei Huan.
The next moment, a figure flew by. It was the little princess who was beaten back by Pei Huan.
Pei Huan said coldly: "With your skills, you can't do anything to me. Tell me, where is it really?"
"What's real or fake? I don't understand... Ugh!"
Pei Huan grabbed her neck and said in a cold tone: "Don't pull me here. I don't have much patience. Where is the real little princess?"
"Well, uh uh uh..."
She kept struggling and gradually rolled her eyes.
Pei Huan watched coldly until her breath weakened, then he released his palm and retreated.
"I, I don't know where the real little princess is. Back then, the person Miss Song sent was discovered by her in advance, so she asked me to pretend to be her. Prince Pei, I couldn't help it. The little princess threatened me. I just have to follow her orders."
The woman was kneeling on the ground, her whole body shaking as she spoke, and she was extremely frightened.
Pei Huan looked at her condescendingly: "What's your name? What's going on with your face? Why can't you see any trace of your disguise?"
