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

He had to admit that he had underestimated Zhao Xianer. He didn't expect that she would use Cui Rongrong as a shield and leave him helpless!

Fortunately, Zhao Xianer was smart enough not to reveal their secret to Cui Rongrong. Otherwise, even if Cui Rong was present, he would never show mercy.

But delaying this matter would not benefit anyone. Although he was extremely reluctant, he could not take action against Zhao Xianer at the moment. Song Yanyi had to temporarily suppress his dissatisfaction, do as Zhao Xianer said, and wait for a turnaround.

The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting patches of light on the exquisite tea table where Zhao Xian'er and Cui Rong were sitting opposite each other. The two were immersed in a cheerful conversation, their laughter clear and pleasant.

At this time, Zhao's father, with a smile on his face and brisk steps, almost with a jumping rhythm, stepped into Zhao Xianer's quiet courtyard, breaking the tranquility.

"Xian'er, do you know what good news your father has?" Father Zhao's voice was full of excitement, and his brows were filled with joy.

Zhao Xian'er was stunned for a moment when she heard this, as if she was struck by this sudden good news. After a while, she came back to her senses and stood up hurriedly, with a light of disbelief flashing in her eyes. She asked with a trembling voice: "Father, has the emperor really forgiven you?"

Father Zhao shook his head slightly, but the smile on his face grew brighter: "Whether the emperor has forgiven me or not, I am not sure, but I was able to be reinstated thanks to the mediation of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"I was busy with official business today, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suddenly came to visit me and personally told me the good news. At that moment, I couldn't believe my ears!" Zhao's father recalled, as if the scene was still vivid in his mind.

When Zhao Xianer heard this, a hint of doubt and complexity flashed in her wide-open eyes. Song Yanyi had harbored ill will towards her before, so how could he change his mind so easily?

What kind of calculation is hidden behind this?

"Your Highness the Crown Prince has shown such great kindness, we must express our gratitude!" Father Zhao's face was filled with joy, and he turned to Zhao Xian'er and said, "Xian'er, quickly pack your things, and then follow me into the palace to express our gratitude!"

Cui Rongrong, who was listening quietly at the side, interrupted at the right time, her words full of sincere blessings: "Congratulations, Lord Zhao, this is such a great event. After Lord Zhao and Sister Zhao come to the palace to express their gratitude, our family will definitely hold a banquet to celebrate. I have been bothering you for a long time, and it is time to leave."

"Sister Zhao, if you are ill in the future, feel free to send someone to Cui Mansion to find me, and I will come there as soon as possible." Cui Rongrong's concern was beyond words.

After bidding farewell to Cui Rongrong, Zhao Xian'er hurried back to the courtyard and looked at her father solemnly, her voice low and urgent: "Father, did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince mention anything else?"

Father Zhao smiled broadly, his eyes full of praise: "Xian'er, you are indeed thoughtful. Miss Cui was present just now, so there are some things that cannot be said openly."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince praised me for having a good daughter like you. If you hadn't run around and negotiated for me, how could I have been reinstated so quickly. Xian'er, this time it is really thanks to you!" Father Zhao's words were full of pride and gratitude.

Zhao Xianer's face turned pale when she heard this, and she felt mixed emotions. Although she had not heard Song Yanyi's words in person, she seemed to be able to feel an invisible pressure that made her shudder.

She has been avoiding Song Yanyi for a long time just to protect herself. Now that Song Yanyi is helping her father, her escape seems to have come to an end.

She took a deep breath, not daring to look directly at her father, fearing that the secret in her heart would be discovered. She urged anxiously, "Father, go and get ready. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very busy. We should go to the palace as soon as possible to avoid wasting his precious time."

Father Zhao nodded repeatedly and praised: "Xian'er is really thoughtful. I will go and choose a suitable gift now."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away without noticing the subtle change in Zhao Xianer's expression.

Soon, Zhao Xian'er followed her father into the palace gate. After explaining their purpose, they headed towards the East Palace under the guidance of the eunuch.

When they approached the Eastern Palace, before the two of them could speak, the eunuch took the initiative to lead the way and went deeper into the inner hall.

Every step seemed to step on Zhao Xianer's heartstrings, and the sound of heartbeat and footsteps intertwined.

Until Song Yanyi's figure came into sight, with a smile on his lips and looking at her gently, Zhao Xian'er was suddenly struck by lightning and her whole body stiffened.

She quietly moved behind her father, trying to block Song Yanyi's sight.

Zhao's father smiled widely, took a few steps forward, handed the gift in his hand to the eunuch beside him, and said respectfully: "Your Highness the Crown Prince! Thanks to your Highness's help, I was able to return to my post so quickly and continue to serve your Highness."

Song Yanyi's eyes passed Zhao's father and fell on Zhao Xian'er, and he smiled and said, "I have always wanted to help you. Lord Zhao has done a lot of things for me and is really my right-hand man. Moreover, seeing that Xian'er was worried about her father's demotion and frequently came to the palace to ask for help from my mother and me, we couldn't bear to see her sad, so we accelerated the resolution of this matter. Now that Lord Zhao's troubles have been resolved, Xian'er should be relieved, right?"

When Zhao Xian'er heard him calling her name directly, her body shook involuntarily, and she quickly said, "Brother Yanyi loves father very much, and the Zhao family will naturally assist Brother Yanyi even more wholeheartedly!"

Father Zhao did not realize the deeper meaning of this, he just echoed it with a smile on his face.

Song Yanyi smiled lightly and said meaningfully, "My loyalty to the Zhao family is beyond doubt, but Lord Zhao is a new official and has many things to do. I just want to talk to Xian'er in private. Lord Zhao may go and handle the official business first. After I finish talking to Xian'er, I will send someone to escort her home."

He looked at Zhao Xian'er with deep and unfathomable eyes. Zhao Xian'er clenched her hands tightly, suppressed the fear in her heart, and barely managed to stand.

"Then I'll trouble Your Highness the Crown Prince." Father Zhao still agreed with a smile, unaware of the truth.

As Zhao's father's back disappeared into the depths of the inner hall, Zhao Xian'er could no longer conceal her inner panic. Her eyes quickly turned red and tears flashed in her eyes.

The smile on Song Yanyi's face instantly faded, and his cold eyes locked on Zhao Xianer, "Xianer, why are you crying? Am I so terrible?"

Tears slowly slid down Zhao Xian'er's cheeks. She knelt down in panic, sobbing and defending herself: "Brother Yan Yi, I only told the Queen about this matter, and did not disclose it to anyone else! I really had no other choice, so I resorted to this desperate measure..."

"Please, Brother Yan Yi, spare my life!" Her voice was filled with despair and pleading.

Zhao Xian'er's crying echoed in the empty hall, but it failed to move Song Yanyi at all. He looked at her coldly, "You have already got what you asked for. What else is there to cry about?"

"Let me ask you, does the child in your belly really belong to me?" Song Yanyi's question was as chilling as ice.

Zhao Xian'er had expected him to ask about this. She lowered her head, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions in her eyes, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "I privately consulted a familiar doctor, and he said that I was worrying too much and had the sign of miscarriage, which should be correct..."