After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

It is my honor to stand with the country.

Song Yanchen's throat seemed to be choked by some inexplicable emotion.

These simple words contain not only loyalty, but also a deep sense of responsibility.

His eyes flickered involuntarily, and for a moment he was unable to face Cui Rong's clear eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

On the side, Cui Yunhe gazed at her sister with admiration.

Her sincere admiration made her unconsciously hold Cui Rong's arm tightly, as if in this way she could absorb her sister's extraordinary courage and wisdom.

This tacit understanding between sisters without words makes the air filled with a warm and firm power.

Cui Rongrong keenly captured Song Yanchen's subtle emotional fluctuations.

She knew clearly in her heart that if she wanted to maintain this hard-earned friendship, at this moment, she had to show enough magnanimity and composure and give him a decent way out.

She knew very well that she was no one's puppet, and the wise thing to do was to avoid unnecessary enmity and to maintain superficial peace.

I have heard that the Sixth Prince is an extraordinary expert in horsemanship. The winter hunting season is approaching. If I am lucky enough to compete with the Sixth Prince, it will surely be a rare visual feast.

Cui Rong opened her red lips slightly, with a smile that contained just the right amount of provocation and respect, "Until then, I hope Sixth Prince will bear with me."

Song Yanchen was touched by these humble yet nonchalant words, and his originally tense expression gradually softened.

Of course I will not show mercy to a delicate woman during the competition. That is not my style, Song Yanchen.

With just a few words, Cui Rong cleverly dispelled the gloom on Song Yanchen's face.

It even prompted him to chat a few more words, and the atmosphere became relaxed and harmonious.

She had a gentle smile on her lips. It seems that the Sixth Prince and I have some similarities in riding and shooting. The Sixth Prince is both civil and military, which is really admirable.

Hearing this, Song Yanchen looked at her proudly and was about to respond.

A panicked young eunuch suddenly walked up quickly and whispered something in his ear.

The smile on Song Yanchen's lips disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold look.

I'll be right there.

He ordered briefly, his tone full of unquestionable authority.

Yes.

The little eunuch retreated.

Cui Rong watched the young eunuch go away, and she had already guessed about 70% of the situation.

As soon as Song Yanyi returned to the capital, Song Yanchen's position in the court became like a candle in the wind, and difficult problems that needed to be dealt with came one after another.

Her eyes moved and she bowed lightly as she passed by Song Yanchen.

He whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: Sixth Prince, you must be careful of Lord Zhou, the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, these days.

After saying this, she lowered her eyelids, her gesture gentle yet not to be ignored.

Song Yanchen paused slightly and looked at Cui Rongrong in confusion, but the situation was urgent.

He had no time to investigate further, so he could only look back at her deeply and then hurried away.

Cui Yunhe watched Song Yanchen's back until he completely disappeared from her sight, then she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my elder sister is by my side! If I were alone, I really wouldn’t know what to do.

Facing her sister's dependent eyes, Cui Rongrong gently stroked her head, her eyes full of pampering. No matter when and where, sister will protect your safety.

Not only his parents, but also the glory and peace of the entire Cui family are all on his mind.

Cui Yunhe felt a warm current in her heart, and her eyes blushed. "Eldest sister, you are so kind..."

Okay, don’t cry in the palace. You’ll be laughed at if someone sees you.

Cui Rongrong smiled and then took her sister's hand and said, "Let's go. It's getting late. It's time for us to leave."

The two sisters walked arm in arm and side by side through the magnificent palace gate.

After getting on the carriage, Cui Rongrong told the driver to go to the busy area of ​​the market.

The last time they were strolling around, they accidentally discovered a small shop that seemed to contain the little gadgets she had longed for.

"Sister, what are we going to buy?" Cui Yunhe asked curiously.

They are just some insignificant little things. Cui Rong's lips curled up into a mysterious smile.

Looking at her sister's mysterious look, Cui Yunhe's curiosity was completely ignited.

But she didn't ask much and just followed Cui Rong obediently.

Just at this moment, a quarrel was heard from not far away, breaking the tranquility of the street.

Cui Rong frowned slightly, pulled Cui Yunhe and strode forward.

What appeared before them was Wen Yinyang's lonely and proud figure.

"Master Wen, please go back! I really can't sell these things to you!"

"I'm just trying to make a living. Please don't make things difficult for me. Can we go somewhere else?"

Wen Yinyang stood there expressionlessly, his lips tightly pursed and his face as pale as paper.

But the upright back did not bend at all, revealing an indescribable stubbornness.

Cui Rong looked around the shop. It turned out to be a shop selling funeral supplies. She couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Wen Yinyang just wanted to buy some gold ingots and incense sticks to express his grief for his deceased father, but he ended up with so many twists and turns.

So she walked forward and said in a firm voice: If you don't want to sell it to him, then sell it to me.

Hearing Cui Rongrong's voice, Wen Yinyang looked up suddenly.

Those originally dull eyes seemed to light up in an instant, filled with incredible surprise.

The shop owner looked embarrassed as he looked at the noble woman, while Cui Rong directly took out a heavy silver coin from her sleeve and threw it to the shop owner without any explanation. This silver was enough to buy all the goods in your store.

The shopkeeper's fingers gently stroked the heavy silver coins, and every slight collision seemed to strike his heart.

He took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, then he turned around resolutely and walked into the store.

Under the dim light in the store, he quickly and carefully wrapped up the precious goods, his technique skilled and full of reluctance.

When everything was ready, the owner carefully placed the package on the doorstep.

There was a sense of urgency and caution in his movements, and then he hurriedly closed the shop door and his figure quickly disappeared in the afterglow of the evening.

At the street corner, Cui Rong walked slowly forward, holding the heavy package in her hands, her eyes full of concern.

She gently handed the package to Wen Yinyang, her voice as soft as a spring breeze, warm and delicate: "Mr. Wen, are you okay?"

After saying this, her eyes were full of tenderness and inquiry.

Wen Yinyang shook his head, but his eyes seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread and he could not move them away from her.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss. I never expected that every time I met you, I would be so miserable."

As he spoke, he reached out to take the package, with an imperceptible tremor in his movements.

Seeing this, Cui Rongrong smiled lightly and said in a relaxed and indifferent tone: "It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."