Song Shuwan and Pei Huan turned around at the same time and saw Zhen Yuan standing at the door with a smile. They were shocked to realize that they were only talking and forgot about their surroundings.
"Why don't you say anything? Pei Huan, do you really want to marry that Mu Ying'er?"
Zhen Yuan asked, striding into the hall.
Song Shuwan pursed her lips, and the look in her eyes was a bit indifferent: "Your Majesty, if you have nothing else to do, please go back first."
Zhen Yuan opened his eyes wide: "Wait, why did you let him go back? My inquiry..."
"Miss Zhen, he still has important matters to deal with."
Song Shuwan's words made Zhen Yuan stop talking.
When their eyes met, Zhen Yuan snorted: "Go and deal with it, I have a lot of patience."
Pei Huan took a deep look at Song Shuwan, said he would come back the next day, and left.
Zhen Yuan crossed his arms and looked at Song Shuwan with a click of his tongue.
"I'm not telling you. Do you still want to reconcile with him?"
Song Shuwan didn't respond, just stared at Zhen Yuan without saying a word.
As time passed, Zhen Yuan also showed discomfort on his face: "Why are you looking at me like this? But I said the wrong thing?"
"You did say the wrong thing."
Song Shuwan's affirmation made Zhen Yuan frown, but she didn't give Zhen Yuan a chance to continue speaking, and said again: "You came to disturb me and him on purpose, right?"
The wind blew and the hall fell into silence.
After a few moments, Zhen Yuan smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"Why do you say that?"
Song Shuwan stared, her watery eyes filled with smiles and helplessness.
"Miss Zhen, I actually never believed that you came to see the show, nor did I believe that you would expose so much information just because you went to the show."
The smile on Zhen Yuan's face disappeared: "So, what does Miss Song mean?"
"Actually, what do you want to do to Pei Huan?"
Song Shuwan walked around behind Zhen Yuan, turned her head and looked indifferent, "Zhen Yuan, I don't know who you made a deal with, but there is one thing I need to tell you. You can have many ideas and calculations, but don't let those ideas and calculations go. In my case, it really pushed me to the edge, and you can’t afford the consequences afterwards.”
After saying these words, Song Shuwan left directly.
The wind at night is cool, but now that it is close to July, this coolness can only make people feel comfortable.
Song Shuwan hadn't taken a few steps before Zhen Yuan chased after her.
"If I said that my thoughts and calculations are not as profound as you think, would you believe me?"
Song Shuwan turned slightly sideways, and after briefly looking at Zhen Yuan, she twitched the corner of her mouth, neither saying she believed it nor saying she didn't believe it.
The next day, Pei Huan appeared again, bringing news about Han Sanzhen and Luo Yu.
"They were brought into the Beidi army. There are no problems so far. In short, they are still alive."
Song Shuwan's heart had been lifted up all night, but she let it go instantly at this moment.
"As long as you are still alive, you can bring people out if you are still alive."
Song Shuwan covered her heart, and the smile on her lips deepened instantly.
Pei Huan looked at it and unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, thinking about Mu Ying'er. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes met with Song Shuwan's who raised her head.
Song Shuwan said softly: "Your Majesty, I have some questions, and I would like to ask Your Majesty to help me answer them."
"what is the problem?"
Pei Huan suppressed his thoughts and guessed that she might want to ask about Mu Ying'er. However, the next moment, Song Shuwan opened her mouth to mention Dashui Village and the iron mine.
"I don't quite understand why the Crown Prince is focusing on iron ore? As far as I know, there is no one in Lin Yu's army who can make weapons. Even if he took the iron ore, the Crown Prince wouldn't... Why is the Crown Prince looking at me like this?"
Song Shuwan didn't expect that Pei Huan would stare directly at her. She stopped talking as soon as she reached her lips, and then asked again.
Pei Huan smiled: "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that you seem to understand Lin Yujun's situation quite well."
Song Shuwan's eyes flashed slightly. Although Pei Huan spoke very calmly, she still heard a little displeasure from it. Didn't the man want her to know about Lin Yujun's situation?
However, she also found out unexpectedly.
Song Shuwan pursed her lips, not intending to force an explanation. She answered casually and brought the topic to iron ore again.
"It is true that there is no one in Lin Yu's army who can make weapons, but I have found one. He is still on the way. If nothing happens, he will reach Anyuan City in three or two days."
Song Shuwan's heart sank, and after some hesitation, she asked again: "Who is the prince forging weapons for?"
Pei Huan smiled and said nothing.
The wind picked up the hems of their clothes. It was a nice and comfortable weather, but when Song Shuwan looked at Pei Huan, she felt a chill gradually rising from the soles of her feet.
"Your Majesty, don't you want the people of Zhou?"
Pei Huan turned around and put one hand behind his back: "I have always been running for the people of Da Zhou, but a few days ago, I suddenly received some news and felt that I had to make some plans for myself."
"Is making weapons for your own benefit?" Song Shuwan asked, taking a few steps to Pei Huan, "Your Majesty, don't go astray."
A smile flashed in Pei Huanmei's eyes: "Don't worry, I'm just doing this to be prepared. As long as Lin Yu's army is safe, those weapons will only fall on the enemy."
Song Shuwan frowned. She wanted to believe it, but after thinking about it, her belief was compromised.
Because the current Pei Huan really makes her feel strange.
"Why, Wan'er doesn't believe me?"
Pei Huan asked, raising his hand to straighten her hair on the temples, but before he could touch it, Song Shuwan took two steps back.
The next moment, both of their eyes fell on the hanging palms.
Song Shuwan's heart tightened, and she turned around as if to cover up: "I believe in the prince, and I hope that the prince can remember what he said today and not do anything that will make him regret."
Pei Huan lowered his eyes, slowly retracted his hanging hand, and then spoke with a heavy blow: "Tomorrow, I will marry my new wife in my current mansion."
"Marry a new wife?" Song Shuwan's expression changed, "The prince still wants to marry that Mu Ying'er? Why? Why do you still want to marry her when you know there is something wrong with her?"
"I just think it's time for me to marry a new wife."
Song Shuwan clenched her fingers. She thought this reason was ridiculous. When did Pei Huan become an emotional person?
"Your Majesty, you have really become a stranger to me now."
After leaving these words, Song Shuwan never looked at Pei Huan again and directly asked the servants outside the hall to see the guest off.
Pei Huan didn't linger and left very neatly.
Not long after, Zhen Yuan showed up: "My people have found out the news about Mr. Han. Do you want to know?"
Song Shuwan came to her senses: "He is in the hands of the tenth prince."
Zhen Yuan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but not completely surprised.
"Pei Huan told you, but what he said is not comprehensive enough."
Song Shuwan cheered up and asked, "Really? Then what comprehensive news do you have?"
