As the days passed, everyone in the mansion knew that the princess and the prince had a big fight, and their relationship had been at a stalemate.
However, neither of the two parties admitted this statement. The servants in the mansion did not dare to offend them and lived in fear every day, being more cautious than before.
Seeing the two of them like this, naturally one was happy while the other was worried.
The servants were worried, but Mo Wei Xin was extremely happy.
Taking advantage of the strained relationship between the two, Mo Weixin would come to Xiahou Chongyuan's courtyard to show her affection whenever she had time.
Her frequent trips to the main courtyard really bothered Xiahou Chongyuan and also made him wary.
Mo Weixin's enthusiasm towards him was a little too much, so after thinking it over again and again, he decided to go find her and have a good talk.
However, some secrets are always revealed suddenly.
Just like now, Xiahou Chongyuan is standing outside the wing room, with his hand raised in front of the door, but he can't knock on the door no matter what.
The people in the room were still talking proudly: "Song Qingxue is nothing. This position of the principal wife will be mine sooner or later, and it can only be mine!"
Xiahou Chongyuan was so familiar with this voice that he knew who it belonged to the moment he heard it, without even having to think.
No matter what, he never thought that Mo Weixin, whom he had always respected like a sister, would have such thoughts towards him.
Xiahou Chongyuan ultimately failed to knock on the door, and this incident had a huge impact on him.
He silently withdrew his hand and turned away without saying a word.
He thought it was time to send Mo Weixin away from the palace.
In fact, after hearing Mo Weixin say that, he suddenly understood why Song Qingxue was framed.
Xiahou Chongyuan was used to seeing the women in the palace scheming against each other for promotion, but he never thought that Mo Weixin would have such thoughts about him and frame his princess for it.
Although he had respected her since childhood, she could no longer stay in the palace.
Xiahou Chongyuan wanted to send Mo Weixin away as soon as possible, but the sudden flood forced him to put the matter on hold.
This was the first time that Xiahou Chongyuan had stepped into Chunhui Garden with such a solemn expression since the conflict between him and Song Qingxue had lasted for so long.
When Song Qingxue saw him coming, she wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks as usual, but she noticed that his expression was extremely serious.
After thinking for a while, she swallowed her mocking words and asked, "What's wrong with you today, Your Majesty? You look so sad."
Xiahou Chongyuan said: "There was a flood in Xunnan. The people I sent to Xunnan to check the situation found that the relief money allocated by the court had not been distributed to the people."
"So you plan to go to Xunnan yourself?" After hearing what he said, Song Qingxue immediately felt something in her heart.
As a woman holding the script, she knew something about this matter.
In the original text, the Xunnan flood is also a very important point.
If nothing unexpected happened, Xiahou Chongyuan should have gone to Xunnan in person. However, in the original text, because the plague caused by the flood in Xunnan was too serious, even though he went there in person, the people's favorability towards him did not increase much.
Xiahou Chongyuan, whose plan was guessed and who learned about the follow-up, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
He felt deeply that sometimes knowing the future in advance was not necessarily a good thing.
However, after thinking it over, his expression became serious again.
Even if this trip to Xunnan would not win the favor of the people, he had to make this trip.
Because in addition to disaster relief, he has equally important things to do!
"Yeah." Xiahou Chongyuan gritted his teeth and said, "These corrupt officials really think that the emperor is far away and the sky is high, so they can't be punished!"
Hearing this, Song Qingxue did not say anything.
This kind of thing has been like this since ancient times. Even if there is a wise emperor governing the country, there will always be corrupt officials running rampant.
Because the world is so vast, and the emperor and high-ranking officials basically only stay in the capital.
The sky is high and the road is long. The officials below protect each other, and the suffering people have nowhere to turn to. In the end, the situation is that corrupt officials are rampant and the people have to fend for themselves.
However, the Dongyue Dynasty had the regent Xiahou Chongyuan, and this situation did not seem to occur as frequently as in other dynasties.
Song Qingxue has always known that Xiahou Chongyuan has a group of secret guards under his command. In addition to protecting the personal safety of their master, they are often sent by Xiahou Chongyuan to various directions to check on the people's conditions.
Xiahou Chongyuan really loved this world and its people, so when he died, his secret guards didn't have time to rush back to save him.
Song Qingxue suddenly felt a little sad.
She slowly said, "My Lord, I want to go to Xunnan with you."
"No." Xiahou Chongyuan refused without even thinking.
"Why not?"
Xiahou Chongyuan didn't explain too much, he just said two words: "Danger."
There are many hungry refugees in Xunnan now, and the plague is rampant. It is too dangerous there.
He was worried that by then there would be too many things to do and he wouldn't be able to guarantee her safety.
Song Qingxue said, "But the plague is still spreading over there. If I don't go, who will cure the plague?"
Xiahou Chongyuan was startled and looked up at her.
Song Qingxue said fearlessly at this time: "I am an excellent doctor. I can cure the plague that the doctors in Xunnan can't cure!"
Although she stayed in the palace every day, she knew a lot about the national situation.
Although they have personal conflicts, this does not affect their discussion of the national situation.
If she wanted to stabilize the world, she had to understand it first. She always had to know who the people of the Dongyue Dynasty supported.
"No!" Unexpectedly, after saying so much, she was still rejected by Xiahou Chongyuan.
She heard Xiahou Chongyuan say, "How can you joke like this, my princess?"
"I'm not kidding!" Song Qingxue said, "Your Highness, you also know that the flood in Xunnan has not been eliminated and no one can cure the plague. Can you bear to watch so many people die like this?"
Xiahou Chongyuan hesitated.
He really couldn't bear it, but he couldn't let Song Qingxue take the risk.
Song Qingxue is his princess consort and also the legitimate daughter of the general's mansion. She cannot afford to make any mistakes!
Xiahou Chongyuan pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then said, "I will find a way to solve this matter, so don't worry, Princess. Just do your job as a princess."
"What do you mean by the princess's responsibility?" Song Qingxue said, "If you don't take me with you, you will definitely regret it!"
Xiahou Chongyuan did not respond, but turned around and left.
He had asked people to pack up long ago. He came here just to inform Song Qingxue, so after he left Chunhui Garden, he took dozens of personal soldiers and headed directly to Xunnan in the dust.
It took three days to finally reach Xunnan, but Xiahou Chongyuan found that the situation here was even worse than he had imagined.
The refugees were leaning against each other, sitting or lying on the cobblestone pavement of the street.
Each of them had unkempt hair and ragged clothes. There were ignorant children who kept crying out for hunger while pulling at their parents' torn clothes, and there were also gray-haired old women and men who stared blankly at the sky as it kept raining, waiting to die.
The rain fell day and night, and outside the government office, there were wailing sounds everywhere.
Because of the flood, most of the shops on the long street were closed. Only a few rice shops and inns were open, but they had no business.
Xiahou Chongyuan came here in disguise, so he did not go to the local post station as soon as he arrived.
He walked along the long street, frowning all the time.
The imperial court allocated hundreds of thousands of silver taels, but all these refugees are living on the streets without any shelter from the wind or rain?
He was immediately furious and broke into the local prefectural government office with his men.