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

"Tianlang, carry out the punishment!"

Zhao Lin panicked upon hearing this and begged for mercy: "Miss, please give me another chance!"

Cui Rongrong was determined, "Execute!"

She calmly watched Zhao Lin accept his punishment until he fell to his knees.

His face was as pale as paper and he was in so much pain that he lost consciousness. Only then did he give the order to stop.

Without the close surveillance, she felt more relaxed than ever before and prepared to secretly visit Lin Yuanming.

"Send him back to his room and take good care of him."

"Yes."

As Tianlang carried Zhao Lin on his back, his figure disappeared into the night.

Cui Rong quickly changed into a nightgown that was easy to move in, jumped out of the window lightly, and blended into the vast night.

Soon, she arrived at Lin Yuanming's mansion, only to find that there were few guards in the courtyard and only a few servants wandering around in the moonlight.

She took out a packet of special incense from her bosom and sprinkled it lightly, and the servants fell to the ground silently.

Inside the house, Lin Yuanming was startled by the noise outside. He frowned and pushed the door open. The scene in front of him made him feel a chill in his heart.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, with only an inexplicable tension and fear lingering in his heart.

He was carefully checking the servants' breathing, at this moment.

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind, cold and calm: "Don't worry, they are just asleep."

Lin Yuanming's body suddenly shook, and then he tried to keep himself calm, and asked: "I wonder what brings you here so late at night? I am just a weak scholar, with neither power nor wealth, and your action seems to be of no benefit."

Cui Rongrong's voice came faintly: "Master Lin, you are worrying too much. I just don't want our conversation to be disturbed unnecessarily."

"The purpose of this night visit is, firstly, to give Master Lin a reminder, and secondly, to make friends with him and discuss the future together."

Lin Yuanming was very surprised when he heard this. This way of making friends was very rare for him.

However, he was wary of Cui Rong's sudden visit.

I dare not easily believe this sudden kindness.

"Your Excellency, you are too kind. I am just a small minister of the Imperial Academy. How can I be qualified to make friends with you? If you don't mind, you can come in and have a cup of tea before we talk."

After he finished speaking, Lin Yuanming gently brushed his sleeves and made an invitation gesture.

Trying to use this subtle movement to hide the inner curiosity and vigilance.

The night breeze blows through the hall, bringing a hint of coolness, which interweaves with the warmth in the room into a delicate balance.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and saw a masked man in night clothes approaching silently like a ghost under the moonlight, his eyes flashing with an elusive light under the black cloth.

Lin Yuanming took a deep breath and retreated slightly.

The smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest, trying to maintain superficial calm.

"What do you think?"

There was a subtle hint of temptation in his voice, but his eyes were sharp, trying to penetrate the disguise of the person in front of him.

Cui Rong smiled contemptuously, as if she had anticipated Lin Yuanming's reserved attitude.

Her late-night visit made it understandable that Lin Yuanming kept his distance.

"No need. I was rude tonight. I'll leave now. Lord Lin, there's no need to be nervous."

Her words were calm but revealed an unquestionable determination.

As she retreated, her steps steady and confident, Lin Yuanming felt that the atmosphere around them seemed to relax a little.

At this distance, she spoke slowly.

Every word seemed to be carefully considered: "I am here to remind Lord Lin that regarding the task that Song will review and assign to me tomorrow, I hope you can find an excuse to decline."

There was a barely perceptible concern in her eyes.

An expression of surprise appeared on Lin Yuanming's face, with doubts gathering between his brows.

"I am confused by what you said."

There was curiosity and a hint of defensiveness in his tone.

"Song Shenyi delayed official business, but now he is looking for a scapegoat. Lord Lin, you are not in a high position in the Imperial College, and your authority is not great. Your words lack sufficient weight, so you naturally become the most suitable target."

Cui Rong did not shy away from revealing the interests involved directly.

Her voice was calm and clear, as if she had already seen through everything.

"If Lord Lin wants to avoid this disaster, he has to follow my plan."

Lin Yuanming's thoughts were instantly pulled back to his previous life. At that time, in order to consider the overall situation, he took the blame for Song Shenyi, and as a result, he was severely beaten in front of everyone.

His physique was weak to begin with, and the incident did not directly take his life.

But it also almost put him half a foot into the gates of hell. In the days that followed, his health deteriorated and he could never recover.

Seeing Lin Yuanming's complicated expression, Cui Rong raised her eyes and looked at him, and the other's eyes were full of suspicion.

"Can you predict the future? Otherwise, how would you know all this?"

There was a hint of amusement in Lin Yuanming's question, but it also revealed a fear of the unknown.

"It's just an unintentional rumor spread by someone with ulterior motives."

Cui Rongrong's answer was brief and mysterious. "That's all I have to say. I hope Lord Lin can listen to my advice."

After saying this, she quickly disappeared into the night like a phantom in the night.

Only Lin Yuanming was left standing there, feeling mixed emotions.

At dawn, Lin Yuanming stepped into the threshold of the Imperial College. Although his steps were not slow, he was more alert than ever. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, dappled on his shoulders, adding a bit of heaviness to his alertness.

He walked slowly through each familiar classroom, hearing the sound of students reading in the morning.

But today, all this seems unusual.

When the roll call was over, he turned around and what came into view was Song Shenyi's seemingly warm but actually hard-to-guess smile.

At that moment, Lin Yuanming's heart suddenly tightened.

Normally, this honorable chief priest seldom chatted with minor officials like him, let alone when he was smiling so much.

He forced himself to suppress his thoughts and bowed respectfully, "See Song's deliberation."

Although his tone was humble, there was a subtle sense of vigilance in his eyes.

Song Shenyi's laughter echoed in the empty corridor, sounding particularly pleasant. "Lord Lin is always here so early. I still have some difficult matters to deal with today, and I was thinking of asking Lord Lin for a helping hand."

Lin Yuanming's heart trembled, as if the warning from the mysterious man last night was confirmed at this moment.

However, he still did not dare to take it lightly. He only moved his eyes slightly, and on the surface he tried his best to show his embarrassment. "I also want to help, but today I am busy sorting out the supervision affairs report for the past half month, and I really can't do anything else."

Song Shenyi frowned, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by seriousness and displeasure, "Master Lin, are you really unable to spare the time, or are you unwilling to help? I think Master Lin should know the difference between the two better than I do."