Song Shuwan moved her fingertips, and helplessness flashed in her eyes: "You came here for him? Based on Miss Zhen's source of information, I don't believe that Miss Zhen doesn't know what Pei Huan is doing now."
Zhen Yuan held his chin with one hand: "I have received some news, but I feel that the news is not accurate, so I want to ask Miss Song, but I don't know if Miss Song is willing to answer for me."
Song Shuwan wanted to say she didn't want to, but she paused when the words came to her lips.
"If what you want to ask is about Pei Huan marrying a wife, then I can only tell you that it is true. The girl he wants to marry is named Mu Ying'er. She saved his life, and now the marriage is also in Lin Lin. The news spread among the Yu army."
After saying this, the hall fell into silence.
Zhen Yuan looked at Song Shuwan for a long time, with helplessness in his eyes: "You just don't care?"
Song Shuwan smiled: "Why should I care?"
"Aren't you Pei Huan's Crown Princess?"
"But he and I have long since reconciled. What's more, I have no right to care about him. Between Pei Huan and me..."
Before she could finish speaking, Zhen Yuan's face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and Song Shuwan's brows instantly frowned.
"Why is Miss Zhen so close all of a sudden?"
"Of course, I want to see what Miss Song looks like."
Zhen Yuan stretched out his hand and stroked Song Shuwan's face with his thin white fingers. He suddenly stopped and said, "I don't understand. Even if you reconcile with him, don't your nominal identities still exist? I heard that Pei Huan In front of the emperor and all the civil and military officials, he admitted that you two were married again. Is it possible that that was just the reason he used to refuse the marriage?"
Song Shuwan's eyes lowered slightly. After a few moments, she took Zhen Yuan's hand away and sighed.
"Miss Zhen is quite well informed. She even knows what happened at the palace banquet. However, I don't know if that is the reason for refusing the marriage. I can only say that this is the current situation. In addition... …”
Song Shuwan took a few steps to the side and looked at Zhen Yuan with scrutiny in her eyes: "Miss Zhen said so much, I don't believe it was because she cared about me. Tell me, what is your purpose?"
Zhen Yuan raised his head slightly, his fingertips lightly passed across his cheek, and pushed his temple hair behind his ears.
"If I say that I just want to watch a show, will Miss Song believe me?"
Song Shuwan nodded: "I believe it."
Zhen Yuan raised his eyebrows, his face full of surprise: "Miss Song, do you really believe it?"
"Why don't you believe it?" Song Shuwan walked slowly out of the hall, "If nothing else happens, the late emperor will die during this period. Once he dies, the hatred of the Zhen family will disappear, unless, Miss Zhen has other plans."
At this point, Song Shuwan came to her senses, and after a few moments of silence, she spoke again: "But I believe that Miss Zhen has no other plans, right? After all, General Zhen will not allow you to mess around anymore."
Zhen Yuan sighed: "Have you ever said that Miss Song is very keen?"
"I said it, but it's not a big deal."
The two talked and walked slowly outside.
Just then, a sound came.
Song Shuwan and Zhen Yuan looked at each other at the same time. The next moment, the expression on Zhen Yuan's face became more astonished.
"Why is there an extra person in a wheelchair next to Miss Song?"
Song Shuwan was startled: "Miss Zhen, don't you know the origin of this person?"
Zhen Yuan's heart trembled slightly: "What is the origin of this person?"
"What do you care about my origins?"
The sixth prince arrived at the front, his face full of impatience, "Song Shuwan, I want to go out."
Song Shuwan nodded: "I'll ask a few people to follow..."
Before she finished speaking, the Sixth Prince interrupted her: "I don't need anyone to follow me, Song Shuwan, no one in this small town dares to touch me."
Song Shuwan's lips twitched. Has the Sixth Prince's temper started to jump again?
"Your Highness, you should remember what I told you before, right?"
The Sixth Prince froze: "But..."
"Um?"
"Just follow me. After all, I don't have the right to speak."
The sixth prince was very frustrated, lowered his head and let the boy behind him push the wheelchair away.
At this time, Zhen Yuan, who was ignored, tilted his head slightly: "Is he His Highness? The new emperor's prince?"
Song Shuwan nodded, thought of something, and warned: "I don't care what plans you have, don't put your thoughts on him, he is just a bad person and of no use to you."
Zhen Yuan chuckled softly: "What did Miss Song say? I just asked a little bit. There is no other meaning. By the way, Miss Song really doesn't want to care about Pei Huan's marriage at all?"
Song Shuwan said calmly: "I don't care, I'm too lazy to care."
"In that case, then Miss Song, please accompany me to the border. I think Anyuan City will be very lively in more than half a month."
"Very lively?" Song Shuwan was confused, "What do you mean?"
"Miss Song will know when we arrive."
Zhen Yuan said and said goodbye.
Song Shuwan sent the person away, watched him go away, and then went directly to the east of the city.
Anyuan City.
Pei Huan stared at the letter on the desk, sighed after a long time, and burned the letter.
At this time, the door was pushed open, and a graceful figure walked in from the door.
Mu Ying'er carried a bowl of soup and swayed to Pei Huan's side: "The prince has been busy for so long, so he must be tired. Can you drink some soup and I can massage the prince's shoulders?"
A smile appeared on the corner of Pei Huan's mouth: "It's good."
He took the bowl but didn't drink.
Mu Ying'er didn't care. When she got behind him, a pair of catkins gently pressed Pei Huan's shoulders.
"I heard from the people in the city that there used to be a woman named Song Shuwan beside the Crown Prince. Is this true?"
Pei Huan's eyes turned slightly: "It's true. Why, Ying'er is unhappy?"
"It's not that I'm unhappy, it's just a little regretful."
Mu Ying'er sighed and paused at this point.
Pei Huan put down the bowl, turned around and looked directly at Mu Ying'er: "Why do you say that?"
Mu Ying'er pointed her finger at Pei Huan's heart and said delicately: "Ying'er always thought that she was by the prince's side..."
"Your Majesty, the Beidi army has gathered outside the city and seems to be planning to attack Anyuan City."
At this time, a guard quickly entered the room and asked Pei Huan to get up with just one word.
"Have the people who were sent to contact the Beidi commander changed his mind?"
"No."
The guard said, glanced at Mu Ying'er, lowered his head and said nothing, because it was Mu Ying'er who proposed the idea of contacting Beidi's general.
Pei Huan frowned, but before he could speak, a hand suddenly appeared on his chest, and then there was a touch of warmth in his arms.
"Yinger, what's wrong?"
Mu Ying'er snuggled into his arms, raised her head, her eyes full of dependence: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Beidi army is gathering not necessarily to attack Anyuan City, but it is also possible that the opposite general wants to Enter Anyuan City."
As soon as these words came out, Pei Huan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? Really? Ying'er really thinks so?"
The next moment, another guard came in: "Your Majesty, Beidi has sent a letter. The tenth prince wants to meet you."
