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

Cui Rongrong finally couldn't help but ask, "If what happened today became known to everyone, and the scandal of Cui Yunhe and Zheng Shizi's affair spread, would you really help the Zheng family get rid of the crime?"

There was no expression on his face, and his voice was as calm as if he was talking about tomorrow's weather: "I will make her commit suicide as an apology."

Cui Rongrong's face turned pale in an instant, and a chill rose from the soles of her feet and rushed straight to her heart.

Although she had already anticipated the possible outcome Cui Yunhe might face, Wen Yinyang never accepted any form of threats after all.

However, when he said this so calmly and decisively, her heart still couldn't help but tremble - he was more cruel and decisive than anyone else.

"Your compassion is really excessive. You are intervening in such a difficult situation. If you are not careful, you will burn yourself and suffer."

Cui Rong pursed her lips tightly, but her eyes were very firm: "Xiu Lin is the first friend I made after entering the Wen Mansion. She has been very concerned about me over the past year. Now she is confused for a moment and has made a big mistake. I can't just sit back and let her face the cruel consequences alone."

"Haven't I taken enough care of you? I quietly brought all those gentle whispers in the middle of the night and the first ray of sunshine in the morning to your window, but why don't you show any gratitude to me?"

When Cui Rong heard this, her brows slightly frowned, like ripples in spring water. Could it be that all her unremitting service and companionship day and night over the past year were really wasted like falling into a bottomless abyss?

She nodded sincerely, with a tiny sparkle in her eyes, and said softly: "I won't dare to do that again in the future. I will definitely remember your kindness."

However, the slight tremor revealed the uneasiness in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze seemed to be able to see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts, and understood her struggle and helplessness behind her insincere words, and felt a little displeased.

He gently lifted her chin with his fingers, and her delicate skin flowed between his fingers, forcing her to look up. Her affectionate eyes had to look into his, and the complex emotions in them were difficult to describe.

"Let's settle today's account first. I will pretend that this incident never happened. How are you going to thank me?"

His voice was deep and contained a hint of irresistible charm.

Cui Rong bit her lower lip, feeling mixed emotions. She wanted to thank him even though it hadn't happened? He was really calculating to the core, and he wouldn't let go of even the slightest benefit!

Never mind, she sighed, thinking that she was once again being taken advantage of by him in this subtle way.

She stretched out her soft hand and gently stroked the dark pattern hidden under the collar of his chest, a symbol of power and status. She moved it slowly upwards until it rested on his shoulder, her movements gentle and tentative.

His throat moved slightly, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart, he lowered his eyes, quietly watching her every subtle movement.

Wherever her fingers touched, an indescribable sensory experience arose spontaneously, like a breeze blowing across the water, stirring up ripples and igniting the fire of hidden desire.

She climbed onto his shoulders lightly, raised her head, and pressed her lips, like petals wet by morning dew, gently against the corner of his mouth. The soft touch made his heart tremble.

She whispered, her voice as thin as a mosquito, but with a temptation that could not be ignored: "Is this thank you enough?"

Every word seems to contain indescribable emotions.

His deep eyes seemed to swallow all the light, locking onto her tightly, his voice low and hoarse, with an irresistible force: "It's far from enough."

After tidying up her messy skirt, Cui Rong walked towards the door, but she paused halfway, her mind wandering.

She picked up the pen and quickly wrote two words on his desk. She then took out a small and exquisite object from her sleeve and placed it lightly next to the words. It was a jade pendant with profound meaning, which carried her unspeakable love.

Only then did he reluctantly bid farewell to the tranquility and peace of Songhe Garden. Every step seemed so heavy. When Wen Yinyang stepped into the main courtyard, the head of the family was already sitting there, his face solemn, exuding a temperament of majesty without anger. He was wearing a twilight gown, which added a bit of solemnity in the interweaving of light and shadow.

"Father."

Wen Yinyang's voice echoed in the empty hall, steady and restrained.

"Is Bixia summoning you to the palace again this time? Is it still related to the thorny salt tax case?"

Although the patriarch's voice was steady, it contained unquestionable authority and power.

"Exactly."

Wen Yinyang's answer was concise and firm.

"This case has been delayed for a long time, so there should be some progress, right?"

The owner of the house showed some worry between his brows.

"There will be a final conclusion within this month at the latest, so don't worry, father."

There was a sense of confidence and determination in his words.

The head of the family pondered for a moment, then slowly expressed his worries: "This case involves a wide range of people, and many prominent families in the capital have been affected. Recently, there has been an endless stream of people coming to plead for mercy, including the Duke Zheng's Mansion, the Chen family, the Li family..."

"Father, the Wen family has always been fair and impartial. Do you want me to break the law and go against my heart?"

Wen Yinyang's tone was calm, but the coldness in it was hard to conceal. He obviously didn't buy into the patriarch's hint.

Upon hearing this, the head of the family slammed the table and said angrily, "I'm afraid you'll make too many enemies! Why do you think Bixia values ​​you so much? What she needs is a sharp blade that can cut through thorns and brambles. How can it be so easy to cleanse the filth in the court? You've offended too many people, and I'm afraid you won't have a day of peace in the future!"

Facing the reprimand from the patriarch, Wen Yinyang's expression remained indifferent. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through all the calculations and tricks in the world.

How could he not know this? In this world of power struggles, it is a bloody battle. If you don't step into the dangerous dragon's den and tiger's lair yourself, how can you get the priceless pearl?

Moreover, he had already set up a chess game in secret, and when the time was right, he would be able to win with one strike.

But such secrets cannot be told to outsiders. Even among family members, there are many things that cannot be told.

"Father, are you afraid that I will make enemies, or that I will clip the wings of King Jin and disrupt the balance?"

His words were as direct as an arrow, hitting the nail on the head, pointing directly to the real concerns behind this conversation.

The head of the family's face suddenly changed. The sudden question seemed to have hit his sore spot. He became angry and said, "Ridiculous! The Wen family has always been loyal and never involved in party disputes. I have nothing to do with the King of Jin. What are you talking about!"

Wen Yinyang responded calmly, without any panic on his face: "In this case, father does not need to worry too much. Bixia has already reviewed the details of this case. The so-called reversal of the verdict is nothing but the delusion of some people. There is no point in talking about it."

The head of the family was so angry that his face turned blue and his lips trembled slightly, but he could hardly speak. He could only stare at his son who was becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

Wen Yinyang bowed, turned around and left calmly, leaving behind not only his figure, but also the loneliness and persistence that was not understood.