Chapter 117: But for this purpose
Dark San lowered his head, with helplessness in his tone: "Just last night, our people were led away by a few assassins, and when they reacted and turned back, they were already dead." β
Pei Huan put one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, and when he heard this, his fingers instantly tightened: "In other words, you didn't even see the person who killed him?" β
Dark San didn't dare to make a sound, and as time passed, the atmosphere in the room gradually became stalemate.
After another moment, Pei Huan pinched his eyebrows: "Go down." β
The dark three salutes and retreated.
At the same time, Song Shuwan also learned about the death of Duan Cheng of Dali Temple from a secret mouth.
"In other words, someone hired a killer from the Red Fang to kill Duan Cheng."
Di Yi nodded solemnly: "Yes, princess, I am afraid that this refugee investigation will be delayed." β
Song Shuwan frowned slightly: "What about King Nanming?" Didn't the prince say that King Nanming was also investigating the refugees? Where is he now? β
Dark One sighed: "King Nanming is still on his way to Beijing." β
Song Shuwan fell silent, Pei Huan said indifferently at that time, she thought that King Nanming had already entered Beijing, but she never expected that he was still on the road, now that Duan Cheng is dead, King Nanming is still delayed on the road, who will the emperor send to investigate?
Just then, a bulletin suddenly came into the room: "The Holy Decree has arrivedβ"
Song Shuwan's face changed slightly, what did the emperor do when he announced the holy decree at this time?
After a few moments of hesitation, Song Shuwan quickly got up and walked out, turned her head and saw that Pei Huan also happened to appear, and after a short pause, she walked to Pei Huan's side as if nothing happened, and waited for the reading of the holy decree together after saluting.
Who knew that in the next moment, the eunuch who was in charge of reading the holy decree asked everyone to get up and respectfully handed the holy decree to Song Shuwan.
"The emperor said that everything is based on Pei Shizi's body, so please ask the princess and the prince to talk about this holy decree."
After that, the eunuch bowed and was about to leave.
Song Shuwan was slightly stunned, and quickly gave the next side a dark look, and the latter understood, and immediately chased after the few people who read the holy decree.
And here, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan entered the house, she read the holy decree, and told the man the content, and then frowned: "What does the emperor think?" Why is Shizi in charge of investigating the refugees? β
Pei Huan said lightly: "There is no one else in Beijing to pick up. β
Song Shuwan's brows furrowed even tighter: "Isn't there still King Nanming?" Even if he hasn't arrived in the capital yet, it won't take long, right? β
"But the people in the capital will not leave time for King Nanming."
Pei Huan replied simply, and asked Dark San to step forward: "You go to the Criminal Department, let the Shangshu of the Criminal Department come to the Hou Mansion, and say that I have something important to discuss with him." β
"Yes."
Dark Three answered the conversation and left.
Song Shuwan's eyes were slightly dark, and a slightly suspicious gaze swept over Pei Huan's face, how could the man not avoid her when he gave orders?
As soon as the idea came to me, I heard Pei Huan speak: "Are you thinking, why don't I avoid you now?" β
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "Since the prince has thought of it, why do you ask?" β
Pei Huan pulled the corners of his mouth: "Dark Yi has checked a lot of news for you, what do you think of the current situation in Beijing?" β
Song Shuwan's eyes flashed slightly, and she paused for a moment and said, "What can I think?" The prince forgot that the little princess of Qingyang had made me the target of public criticism, and I had no good impression of the people in the capital. β
"It won't last long, and it won't be long before it comes to fruition."
Regarding Song Shuwan's current situation, even Pei Huan can't say anything else, but to appease her.
In this regard, Song Shuwan just pulled the corner of her lower lip and did not say anything.
Not long after, the news that the refugees were transferred to Pei Huan's hands spread in Beijing, and many people felt strange.
"There are so many ministers in the court, why do you want to hand over the matter to Pei Shizi?"
"Exactly, what is the emperor thinking?"
Among the many suspicions, the little princess broke into the imperial study: "Father, why do you want Pei Huan to deal with the refugee matter, you obviously know ......"
The emperor looked at her fixedly, until the little princess took the initiative to silence her, and then slowly spoke: "I know your thoughts. β
The little princess was shocked and subconsciously lowered her head, but the emperor did not stop because of her behavior.
"A few years ago, I didn't agree with you marrying Pei Huan, and a few years later, I still won't agree with you marrying Pei Huan."
His tone was slow, but the certainty in his words made the little princess anxious.
"Why? A few years ago, because of Pei Huan's identity, his father didn't want him to become a concubine and quit the court, so he cut off his future, but now? Now he's a waste, and even if he becomes a colt, he's just a ......."
"Bang!"
The emperor smashed the paperweight in his hand, and the little princess was startled, and involuntarily took two steps back: "Father, father? β
The emperor looked at her condescendingly: "There are many young talents of the right age in the court, and anyone can match you, but Pei Huan is the only one who can't, no matter the reason, no matter what the reason is, it's not good, understand?" β
If someone else said this, he would have been dragged down by the emperor's call a long time ago, but the little princess was his favorite person, so he gave an explanation and gave tolerance.
"If there is nothing else to do, go back to the palace, in two days, I will choose a suitable horse for you among the young talents in the capital, you just have to wait."
The little princess's eyes were red, and she wanted to open her mouth several times, but she pressed it next time.
"Yes, the retainers are retired."
After the little princess retreated, Zhou Fuhai entered the imperial study from the outside: "Your Majesty, King Nanming sent back a message, saying that he would be able to enter Beijing in three days, and at the same time sent a letter. β
Speaking of this, Zhou Fuhai took out a letter from his arms and handed it over.
The emperor glanced at it: "Xuan Peihuan enters the palace." β
"Yes!"
It didn't take long for Pei Huan to enter the palace.
On the other hand, Song Shuwan went to the east of the city in disguise, she wanted to see how far the little princess had set up a shed soup kitchen, and by the way, she also took a look at the situation of the little princess.
When she arrived in the east of the city, she heard the gathered crowd say, "The little princess did not leave the palace today." β
"What's going on? Didn't the little princess say before that she would always be here for soup kitchens? I want to meet the little princess. β
"yes......"
The surrounding discussion continued, but Song Shuwan didn't have the heart to listen, turned her head and left with the flying kite, who knew that after a few steps, a horse suddenly stopped beside her.
Song Shuwan raised her eyes, and met a pair of smiling eyes, and after a short look at each other, her brows furrowed slightly: "Xie Shizi? β
Xie Youxing sat on the back of the horse, and bent his eyebrows when he heard the words: "It's me, you're here for ......"
Before he finished speaking, Song Shuwan made a silent gesture: "There are a lot of people here, let's talk in another place." β
Xie Youxing looked around, and reacted in hindsight: "Please." β
He got off the horse, and several people changed to a secluded alley, Xie Youxing turned around and asked: "I heard that the emperor wants to ask Pei Shizi to investigate the refugee matter, but Concubine Pei Shizi is here for this matter?" β