"If nothing else happens, the tenth prince will send the person to you tomorrow at the latest."
As soon as these words came out, the expression on Song Shuwan's face froze. She couldn't believe her ears: "You, what did you say?"
Zhen Yuan raised the corners of his lips and repeated again: "The Tenth Prince will send someone to you tomorrow."
Song Shuwan asked subconsciously: "Why?"
Zhen Yuan repeated her question, and the raised corners of his lips also calmed down: "Aren't you happy to hear the news that Mr. Han will come back?"
"I would be happy if Mr. Han could come back, but..."
Before Song Shuwan finished speaking, a hand fell on her shoulder.
Zhen Yuan said very puzzledly: "Since you are happy, why do you care about the reasons? As long as people come back safely, isn't it a good thing?"
Is this a good thing?
Song Shuwan was not sure, but looking at Zhen Yuan's face so close to her, she admitted it.
But the conversation changed and he asked about Luo Yu again.
"Where is Mr. Luo? Will he come back?"
Zhen Yuan touched his chin: "Currently, my people have only received news that Langzhong Han will be back, but they don't know anything about Langzhong Luo."
Could it be that he was left behind by the tenth prince?
Song Shuwan frowned unconsciously as she thought about it. Pei Huan said that Luo Yu once saved the tenth prince. There was no guarantee that the tenth prince would not leave Luo Yu in the Beidi camp for this life-saving grace.
But if this happens, will Han Langzhong come back?
Thinking about it, Song Shuwan expressed her concerns.
Zhen Yuan frowned: "Even if Langzhong Luo is left there, Langzhong Han should leave directly in order to save others, right?"
Thinking of Mr. Han's stubborn temper, Song Shuwan was very unsure about this.
Zhen Yuan's expression also changed. If Han Sanzhen really stayed there because of this, wouldn't it be...
"I will find a way to bring Luo Langzhong back."
After leaving these words, Zhen Yuan turned around and left.
Song Shuwan stared at her figure, and her lowered fingers tightened little by little. Fortunately, Zhen Yuan pretended to be innocent yesterday. In fact, she had a lot of hands in the matter.
That afternoon, An San came to the mansion.
"I've met Miss."
Song Shuwan glanced at him and asked doubtfully, "What are you doing here?"
"As for Miss, the Crown Prince will ask his subordinates to follow Miss to protect her safety."
As soon as these words came out, Song Shuwan laughed a little: "Do you think I need your protection?"
An San raised his head and said in a very affirmative tone: "It is necessary, because this is Anyuan City, not the capital, nor any other place."
Song Shuwan snorted lightly and did not respond to An San's words. This was indeed Anyuan City, no better than other places, but that didn't mean An San could stay just by casually saying a few words.
As time goes by, cold sweat gradually breaks out on An San's forehead. Is the lady angry? Otherwise, with her character, she would never let him maintain the saluting posture.
After a while, Song Shuwan broke the silence: "I can let you stay, but in exchange, you must let me know Pei Huan's plan."
An San lowered his head for a moment, with a bit of embarrassment in his expression: "Miss, I am willing to tell you the prince's plan, but in fact, I don't know anything about it."
Song Shuwan leaned forward slightly, and the atmosphere around her was already a little stagnant, but now it became even more unspeakably heavy.
"An San, do you think Pei Huan will send someone who knows nothing about me to protect me?"
An San's expression changed, and he wanted to explain, but he stopped talking once again.
After an unknown amount of time, Ansan lowered his head in frustration: "This subordinate does know something, but..."
"What he can let you know, he naturally allows you to say it, so don't worry."
Is that really the case?
An San was suspicious, but looking at the face above him and thinking of the stalemate just now, he finally chose to trust him.
"The prince is preparing to leave the city, and he is planning to marry a new wife tomorrow."
Song Shuwan nodded. She already knew the latter. As for the former, she guessed that she went there for the iron ore.
"Besides these two things, is there anything else?"
An San was stunned: "Your Majesty, do you have any other plans?"
The two people's eyes met, and there was only a brief pause. Song Shuwan knew that An San really didn't know much. Thinking of Pei Huan, she couldn't help pinching her eyebrows and said self-deprecatingly: "He is really careful. He is right in every aspect." I'm on guard."
An San stopped talking, and his head that was already lowered was even lower this time.
The only people who would be embarrassed by what the Crown Prince did were their subordinates, so what else could they do? I can only pretend to be deaf and dumb.
After a long time, Song Shuwan waved her hand to An San to withdraw: "If you want to stay, just stay. Find a place to live by yourself."
"yes."
An San bowed and left. After everything was done, he returned to Song Shuwan's side.
At that time, Song Shuwan was examining the sixth prince's legs. After diagnosing his pulse, she took a few steps back.
The Sixth Prince leaned on the back of his wheelchair and asked feebly: "Didn't you just check me before? Why are you here again today?"
"It was before, but now His Highness's leg is recovering, so you have to be more careful."
Song Shuwan answered casually, then turned to look to the other side. Zhen Yuan was standing not far away, with a thoughtful look on her face.
A moment ago, Zhen Yuan suddenly appeared. He just stood in the corner without saying a word. He glanced at the Sixth Prince among them from time to time. He didn't know what he was thinking.
After gathering her thoughts, Song Shuwan called out: "Miss Zhen."
Zhen Yuan came to his senses and asked, "What's the matter, Miss Song?"
"Nothing, I just want to say that I'm ready to leave."
Zhen Yuan immediately said: "I'll go too."
After several people left the Sixth Prince's residence, Zhen Yuan suddenly said: "Pei Huan is going to marry his new wife tomorrow. Doesn't Miss Song have nothing to say?"
"What can I say?"
Song Shuwan asked back. As she walked, the hem of her clothes was kicked up and rolled up like a cloud.
"Miss Song really has no nostalgia for Pei Huan at all?"
Song Shuwan smiled. The word "nostalgia" is actually quite vague, but in many cases it can represent some situations.
But also, it just represents some situations.
"It's just no fate."
Just six words became Song Shuwan's best answer to Zhen Yuan.
As soon as the time turned to the next day, Song Shuwan had just stood up when she heard a noise outside the door. She was still washing when the door was suddenly kicked open.
Zhen Yuan ran into the house with a solemn expression: "Something happened."
Song Shuwan said oh, and after washing up calmly, she looked at Zhen Yuan: "What happened?"
Zhen Yuan's face showed astonishment: "How can you be so indifferent?"
Song Shuwan looked over in confusion: "Why can't I just be calm? Miss Zhen, you only said something happened, but you didn't say what happened specifically."
Zhen Yuan choked. Although she felt that Song Shuwan was too calm, she still explained the situation.
"Pei Huan disappeared, and Mu Ying'er was beheaded on the sedan chair. It is said that she even lost her head."
