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

Wen Yinyang did not respond directly, but said calmly, "Any cooperation has its risks and benefits. My trump card has been revealed to Your Highness. As for how to make a choice, I hope Your Highness will think twice before making a decision."

Song Yanchen pursed his lips and fell into deep thought.

Cui Rong, who was hiding in the dark and observing silently, had an imperceptible smile of satisfaction on her lips.

She knew that her plan had already taken root in Wen Yinyang's heart.

Last time, Wen Yinyang was full of passion and only wanted to clear his father's name.

When he cleared himself of the unfounded charge, he felt unprecedentedly powerless facing Song Yanyi and Song Yanchen.

It was as if I had become a commodity in the market, to be evaluated and bought and sold by others.

But things are different now. Cui Rongrong is relieved that Wen Yinyang finally accepted her strategy and began to learn to take the initiative.

"I understand Master Wen's intentions. I need time to weigh whether to cooperate or not."

Song Yanchen spoke slowly, his words revealing caution, "I will give you a reply within a few days."

After saying this, he walked away with firm steps, leaving Wen Yinyang standing alone quietly. He did not leave until Song Yanchen's back completely disappeared, and then he slowly left.

Cui Rongrong remained hidden in the shadows, watching the figure gradually moving away until it disappeared around the corner.

Inside the Renming Palace, Song Yanyi and the Queen couldn't help but frown when they heard the maid's report, and they exchanged subtle glances with each other.

"Why would the Queen Mother suddenly want to see Rongrong? Are you sure you heard it correctly?"

The Queen's voice was filled with an unquestionable coldness.

The maid replied respectfully, "I saw Miss Cui enter the hall with my own eyes, but she left soon after, in less than an hour."

Song Yanyi pondered for a while and said, "It's rare that the Queen Mother is willing to receive guests. I remember that last time Rong went to pay a visit, she was not summoned."

“According to my inquiries, it seems that Miss Xiao gave the Queen Mother a gift yesterday, which caused the Queen Mother’s attitude to change.

But as to what it is, my ability is limited and I have not been able to find out."

The maid spoke with fear, fearing that she might anger the one in power.

The queen waved her hand impatiently: "Go down."

The maid who was freed felt as if she had been pardoned. She bowed quickly and left quickly.

"It seems that she does have some means to get the Queen Mother to make an exception and summon her."

The Queen sighed to Song Yanyi.

Song Yanyi remained silent, his expression heavy and complicated.

Since returning to the capital, the world has changed. Although he is determined to turn the tide, he cannot find a suitable breakthrough for a while.

Faced with an increasingly complex situation, anxiety follows closely like a shadow. He knows that simply maintaining the status quo is not the best strategy and he must actively seek breakthroughs in order to gain a foothold in this silent contest.

...As night fell, Cui Rong returned to her mansion and patiently told her parents in detail about her meeting with the empress dowager. Then she returned to her own courtyard.

She had already told Caiyun to go to bed early, and she sat alone by the window, watching the last rays of sunset gradually disappear into the horizon.

At this moment, her heart was filled with thousands of thoughts, including expectations for the future and worries about the unknown.

The trajectory of this life slowly unfolds along the veins of memory

However, in those inconspicuous corners, subtle changes spread quietly like ripples.

Perhaps it is these subtle differences that become the key lever for her to pry free the shackles of fate.

In front of the desk, the candlelight flickered, and she gently picked up the pen.

The ink that sank into the inkstone created layers of delicate ripples and was then greedily sucked up by the tip of the pen.

Stroke by stroke, she carved out several names of extraordinary significance on the rice paper.

Each stroke seems to carry a tremendous weight, bringing the shadow of the past back to the eyes.

Looking at the strings of names on the paper, her thoughts seemed to travel through the barriers of time and space and return to the moment when she met them in her previous life.

That was on Song Yanyi's cold-blooded execution edict, and every name was so heavy that it was suffocating.

These people were the benefactors who extended a helping hand to the Cui family when they were in trouble.

However, because of the false charges fabricated by Song Yanyi, he eventually became a victim of the power struggle and turned into an innocent soul under the sharp blade.

A bitter smile passed across her lips, which was a helpless irony of the past and a profound insight into the coldness of human nature.

Back then, the Cui family and the Wen family were in the same predicament.

The people around them are avoiding the only names on the list.

He dared to ignore the possible disaster and resolutely cleared the grievances for the Cui family.

Like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, warm and rare.

Cui Rong took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner excitement.

Then his eyes stopped on a name and he gently circled it with his fingers - Lin Yuanming.

Although this person's official position was not high, he was only an eighth-rank official in the Imperial College.

But in that treacherous palace, his wisdom and insights seemed extremely valuable.

In particular, he established an extraordinary deep friendship with Xiao Duo, the head of the Cui family.

Recalling that when Song Yanyi's army was approaching, it was Lin Yuanming who risked his life to pass on the message and bought precious time for the Cui family, although he failed to successfully rescue everyone in the end due to various reasons.

But his fearless loyalty and righteousness in the face of danger make people admire him.

Thinking of the catastrophe that happened late at night, the horrific scene of flames and blood still made her heart palpitate and her body tremble slightly. Cui Rongrong took a few deep breaths and barely suppressed the anger and hatred in her heart.

In this new life, she is determined not to let tragedy happen again.

He planned to establish contact with Lin Yuanming and explore whether he could turn the tide and rewrite his fate through different means.

After sorting out her chaotic mood, Cui Rong lightly tapped the table, and heard a "dong" sound.

Zhao Lin and Tian Lang, two trusted guards, appeared in front of her like phantoms and called out respectfully, "Miss."

Cui Rongrong responded softly, her eyes moving between the two of them, finally landing on Zhao Lin.

There was a barely perceptible harshness in his tone. "Last night, I sent Tianlang to do an important task and left you at home to wait, but I heard..."

Having said this, she deliberately kept the question in suspense and looked at Zhao Lin sharply.

Zhao Lin seemed a little nervous, as if he had anticipated the upcoming questioning.

She continued, "I didn't wait for you to come and deal with the commotion on the roof in the middle of the night. Later, I only saw a black shadow flash by. If it weren't for the alertness of the secret guards beside me, I'm afraid we would have had trouble sleeping. Zhao Lin, where did you go last night?"

Zhao Lin's body froze. After a moment's hesitation, he chose to confess: "I heard a strange noise and chased after it. I didn't expect to leave an opportunity. Please punish me, Miss!"

Cui Rongrong's eyes became more fierce, "I will punish you, of course. The rule of the secret guards is that you are not allowed to leave your post without permission unless it is an emergency, but you almost put me in danger because of a trivial movement."