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

It now seems that all the little bits of care and concern he showed in the past were just a means for him to manipulate people's hearts.

Taking a deep breath, Cui Rongrong's voice trembled slightly. "After leaving the Wen Mansion, where should I go? My stepmother is eyeing me and my brother as slaves. All I want is a place where we can live in peace. In this world, where else can be safer than the Wen Mansion? I am not unreasonable."

She lowered her eyes, and when she raised them again, tears glistened in the corners of her eyes. "I'm just afraid that one day you won't need me anymore. You're already engaged, and Miss Cui is well-educated and well-mannered, and is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. People say that she is as good as a man, and you and I are a perfect match. With her, what am I?"

Looking at her red eyes, Wen Yinyang's pressure was unconsciously weakened a little, but his voice still remained cold, "When did I ever say I would leave you?"

Cui Rong sneered, full of sarcasm, "It's only a matter of time. Look, I've been with you for a year, you should have been tired of me a long time ago. Not to mention that I know nothing about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, how can I compare with Miss Cui? You will get bored of me soon, and I am just looking for a way out for my future in advance."

He pinched her cheek gently, a playful smile on his face, "You are really good at distorting the facts."

The anger in his body seemed to have completely dissipated, and his expression became much gentler. He slowly loosened his hand that was tightly clasped on her wrist, noticed the clear circle of finger marks left on her slender wrist, frowned slightly, and then massaged her with an unusually gentle movement, trying to relieve the discomfort.

"Since I have promised something, I will not go back on my word easily. You just need to live peacefully in the Wen family. Those people in the Xu family will not dare to act rashly. When Xu Shujin grows up, I will arrange two capable assistants for him to help him return home and inherit the family business."

Cui Rongrong nodded meekly and said softly, "I understand."

There was a hint of laziness in his words, "If you want to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, from now on, you can come to Songhe Garden every day, and I will teach you personally."

Cui Rongrong's expression changed slightly, and her voice was dry, "Cousin, you are busy with government affairs. How dare I disturb you for such a trivial matter?"

"Government affairs are almost finished. Starting from tomorrow, we will meet at Songhe Garden every day at twilight hour. I will teach you step by step."

Cui Rong secretly thought that it was not good. How could she have the mind to learn these things, not to mention that she had to be taught by him personally, which meant that she would have to step into the place called Songhe Garden every day from now on.

"It's better not to do that..."

His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a barely perceptible dangerous aura, "Aren't you afraid that I'll get tired of you?"

Cui Rong was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

At this moment, she wished she could go back half an hour ago and slap herself hard a few times, so that she would shut up and stop talking nonsense!

Finally, she lowered her head and said helplessly, "I know."

And this simple answer seemed to herald a new beginning. No matter what the future holds, at least at this moment, she chose to obey and compromise.

A faint smile slowly formed on his lips, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, gentle and a little mysterious. His mood inexplicably became cheerful on this quiet night.

He raised his hand with extremely gentle movements, as if treating the most precious treasure in the world, and his fingertips lightly brushed her hair, leaving a barely perceptible warmth.

"Tonight is late, so let's start from tomorrow."

The words contained an unquestionable decision, yet were also full of consideration and understanding.

Her inner restlessness was like a pool of spring water ruffled by the spring breeze, and she pulled at his sleeve with more force unconsciously. There was a hint of imperceptible anxiety in her low, pleading voice: "Then you should go back quickly. I'm afraid of being seen. Last time you carried me to Songhe Garden, everyone in the mansion knew about it. I'm really afraid of becoming the focus of everyone's discussion again."

There was anxiety in his eyes, like a frightened deer, longing for shelter.

He lowered his head, her image reflected in his deep eyes, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

I wanted to ask her to go to Songhe Garden tonight to accompany me and enjoy the tranquility that belongs only to the two of us, but then I thought, she is really exhausted today and has just recovered from an illness, so she needs more time and tranquility to recuperate her body and mind.

This rationality made him give up the idea in the end, and replaced it with a deeper care and love. "Then you should have a good rest."

His words were brief but contained a wealth of tenderness.

After saying this, he slowly turned around, taking each step calmly and decisively, leaving her with a determined back.

Outside the door, Ding Dong had been waiting for a long time. When he saw him walk out of the room, he quickly bowed respectfully: "Young Master."

A hint of coldness flashed across Wen Yinyang's brows, and he gave an order in a low but clear voice: "Take good care of her. If anything happens, notify me immediately."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Ding Dong to reply, he took a step forward and left resolutely.

Qiu Shui Courtyard was located in a corner of the mansion. It was late at night and under the moonlight, everything was quiet and silent. His departure did not attract anyone's attention.

In front of the window, Cui Rong stared at Wen Yinyang's back as he gradually disappeared into the night. Her brows gradually twisted into a knot, and the clouds of worry in her heart grew thicker and thicker, just like the night outside the window.

Seeing this, Su Yue stepped into the room lightly, her eyes full of worry, and asked carefully: "Miss, are you okay?"

She shook her head gently, a trace of self-blame flashing in her eyes: "I was too impatient. How could a person like Wen Yinyang tolerate others making decisions for him without authorization? What's more, Ajin is still in his hands now."

She knew very well that any behavior that was eager for quick success would only backfire.

You must plan long-term, proceed step by step, and find the most suitable opportunity.

If she could find a way to get Ajin out of danger first, then her worries would be solved.

Fortunately, there is still plenty of time. She must first stabilize Wen Yinyang, and then take it step by step to find a foolproof solution to the problem.

However, what is giving her the most headache right now is that starting from tomorrow, she will have to go to Songhe Garden every day to learn those seemingly elegant but actually boring arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which is undoubtedly a kind of mental torture.

At the same time, Wen Yinyang had already stepped out of the gate of Qiushui Courtyard. Qing'an followed him like a shadow, deliberately walking in front to explore the road. After confirming that it was correct, he quickly turned back: "Sir, are you going back to Songhe Garden now?"

Wen Yinyang's voice was as cold as ice: "Go to Wutong Pavilion."

"what?"

Qing'an was stunned, obviously surprised by this sudden decision.

Wutongxuan is the residence of the third room, and there is not much interaction with the young master on weekdays. This sudden change made Qing'an feel puzzled, but he did not dare to ask more questions and immediately followed.

Inside Wutong Pavilion, the lights were dim, and the silence was somewhat depressing.

A little girl rushed in, breaking the original calm: "Master, the eldest son is here to visit and wants to see you."