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

"I just had a few drinks with the prince. My head felt a little dizzy and my body felt stuffy, so I opened the window to ventilate. Sixth brother, don't worry too much."

"Sixth brother, you are acting more and more casually. Even though this is not the imperial palace, the rules cannot be abolished. You are really going too far."

Song Yanyi looked at him coldly. Song Yanchen was speechless for a moment. He could only glance at the screen unwillingly, then bowed and apologized: "I am inconsiderate. Please punish me, Your Highness."

"I will let bygones be bygones for what happened today. After all, you were concerned about me. But if there is a next time, you will go to the emperor to accept the punishment. This will teach you a lesson."

Song Yanchen's face was gloomy, but Song Yanyi was the only one in the room. He couldn't find any handle and could only suppress his dissatisfaction.

"Since Your Highness the Crown Prince is awake, I will not bother you any more. I hope you can enjoy the rest of your time."

After saying this, he bowed respectfully and left the room.

Song Yanyi watched Song Yanchen's back disappear, and the relief on his face disappeared in an instant.

The guard quickly stepped forward and knelt down to apologize: "Your Highness, it is my fault that I failed to stop the Sixth Prince and disturbed your peace."

"The Sixth Prince has made up his mind. You can't stop him."

Song Yanyi responded calmly, with a hint of depth in his eyes, "Go guard outside. No one is allowed to enter without permission this time."

"Yes, sir." The guard took the order and retreated to the door, secretly feeling thankful in his heart.

The guard bowed respectfully, slowly left the room, and closed the door with a slight creaking sound, isolating the noise from the outside world.

Song Yanyi moved and walked steadily towards the exquisite screen deep in the room.

Behind the screen, Zhao Xian'er curled up in a brocade quilt embroidered with intricate patterns. Her usually lively eyes were now covered with a thin layer of mist, making her look particularly pitiful.

Her clothes became disheveled due to her struggle, and a few strands of black hair fell beside her cheeks, adding a bit of fragility to her charm.

When Song Yanyi's eyes came into contact with this scene, a hint of surprise first flashed across his face, and then turned into ice that would not melt for thousands of years, so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze the air around it.

"Your courage is beyond my imagination. You actually dared to set up such a trap when I was drunk. Tell me, was all this your own idea, or was there someone manipulating it behind the scenes?" His voice was low.

As the acupoints were unblocked, Zhao Xian'er seemed to be reborn. She hurriedly sat up, frantically tidying up her clothes with her hands, her eyes flashing with innocence and eagerness.

"Brother Yanyi, how dare I plot against you? I just... just want to see you so much." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito and trembled a little.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't want to see me, so I... dressed up as a dancer, but when I come in, Brother Yanyi you..." Her words were accompanied by her fingers gently brushing across the barely visible cracks on her clothes. Her tearful eyes showed both shyness and expectation.

The room was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing. Zhao Xian'er secretly raised her eyes and peeked at Song Yanyi's expressionless face, and her heart was filled with uneasiness.

According to common sense, shouldn't Song Yanyi be held responsible for this?

After all, he...

There was a barely perceptible cunning flash in Zhao Xianer's eyes. She quietly hid her bitten finger behind her back to prevent Song Yanyi from discovering the truth - they actually did not have any substantial contact, which was all interrupted by Song Yanchen's sudden appearance.

She bit her lower lip. Although the situation had not yet gotten out of control, the disheveled state of the two was enough to cause Song Yanyi to misunderstand.

Her eyes moved flexibly, tears falling: "I know that you are in a difficult situation, Brother Yanyi. This is all a misunderstanding that happened when you were not sober..."

"I have admired you for many years. Even if I am misunderstood because of this, I will never blame you. I only blame myself for not being careful enough. Now, my reputation has been entrusted to you, and I have no regrets. Brother Yanyi, please rest assured that I will never tell anyone about what happened today. It will be buried in my heart forever..."

There were sobs in her words, and her fragile appearance made people feel pity for her. Zhao Xianer's words were intended to touch Song Yanyi's heartstrings, while also trying to force him to give a clear answer.

In her opinion, the two of them have reached such a situation, how can Song Yanyi remain indifferent?

In her heart, she had quietly imagined a beautiful vision of walking side by side with Song Yanyi, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, but she did not expect that what sounded in her ears was Song Yanyi's voice as cold as ice.

"You'd better remember what you said today." Song Yanyi's eyes were sharp, piercing Zhao Xian'er, "This is a matter of mutual consent. If any news leaks out, you will bear the consequences yourself. You can't afford it."

Zhao Xianer was stunned when she heard this, "Brother Yanyi, what are you doing..."

"It's late at night, you should go home and rest. There is no need for the guards to see you off, so as not to cause unnecessary speculation. After returning home, remember to take saffron, and don't let those unrealistic ideas take root." Song Yanyi said as he sorted his clothes, walked out of the room without looking back, and in a low voice instructed the guards to handle the follow-up matters.

Zhao Xian'er stood there in a daze, and it took her a long time to come to her senses. She staggered out of bed and tried to chase after him, but was ruthlessly blocked by the guards.

The guard had a blank expression on his face and a firm tone: "Miss Zhao, His Highness's meaning is very clear. You should be satisfied to have such an opportunity."

"Ms. Zhao, please change your clothes quickly and return home. If I need to take action, I'm afraid I'll hurt you." The guard's words were full of warning, which made Zhao Xian'er completely lose the courage to resist.

She could only watch Song Yanyi's back gradually disappearing into the night, her heart filled with helplessness and despair.

Zhao Xian'er pursed her lips, suppressing the bitterness in her heart. She dressed neatly with a heavy face, and under the supervision of the guards, she walked step by step towards the carriage parked in the dark alley.

At the same time, in another place, Xifeng watched the carriage that Zhao Xian'er was riding in gradually go away, and couldn't help but say to Cui Rong beside him: "Miss, why does Miss Zhao look unhappy? When His Highness left before, his expression didn't seem too good either."

Cui Rong frowned slightly, with a hint of determination in her eyes: "Go to Luoxian Tower."

"Yes." Xifeng responded, and then the two of them quickly went to Luoxian Tower. As soon as they entered the room, they saw Jiang Zhen and Mu Fan had been waiting for a long time.

Mu Fan said calmly: "Why is Miss Cui late? Didn't His Highness leave a long time ago?"

"I came here after Miss Zhao left." Cui Rong looked at Mu Fan with burning eyes, "Did you hear what happened in the room?"

"A man and a woman alone in the same room, what could possibly happen? Even though there was a lot of noise, the Sixth Prince will be here soon." Mu Fan answered indifferently.

Cui Rongrong frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy: "When His Highness and Miss Zhao parted, both of them seemed unhappy. I'm afraid things have changed."

Mu Fan seemed more relaxed: "Maybe it's just that Miss Zhao wanted Your Highness to take responsibility, but Your Highness didn't agree?"