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

In the Qiu Shui Courtyard, as Wen Yinyang's footsteps gradually walked away, Xu Cui Rong's eyelids trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

"Miss, Miss Cui has left."

The maid Su Yue approached quietly and reported in a low voice.

Xu Cui Rong sat up reluctantly, with a barely perceptible fatigue in her tone: "I know."

"Thank goodness that the young lady had intended to leave earlier. That young lady Cui was quite scheming. The young lady had never offended her, but she used her tricks on the young lady as soon as they met. If the young lady had not been proficient in water, she would have fallen into the hands of those vulgar servants today. The consequences would have been disastrous."

Su Yue's words were filled with resentment, and she felt indignant for her own girl.

Inside the house, the intensity of the attacks, open and concealed, is no less than the storms outside.

Xu Cui Rongrong was secretly wondering how Cui Yunhe knew about the secret feelings between her and Wen Yinyang?

At that spring banquet, Cui Yunhe was merely using her, intending to use her to highlight his own virtuous image. But in just a few days, how could she become as sharp as an eagle and see through the secret love between them?

Wen Yinyang once promised that he would give her a status when the time was right, so naturally he would not reveal a single detail.

As for the servants in Songhe Garden, even if they knew something, they did not dare to say anything. Not to mention the strict surveillance inside and outside the garden, no one dared to act rashly.

Xu Cui Rong frowned, the calculations and layout behind this made it difficult for her to guess for a moment.

What made her even more anxious was whether there were other people who had seen this relationship that shouldn't exist? Su Yue's worried voice rang out again: "Miss, aren't you worried that Cui Yunhe will make this public?"

This question, like a sword of Damocles hanging over one's head, makes one feel uneasy.

"If she wanted to expose it, she would have already done it. I'm afraid she was worried that I would take this opportunity to openly step into Wen Yinyang's life and become his concubine."

Cui Rong's voice sounded calm, but her bright eyes were filled with complex emotions, like a surging tide that was difficult to calm.

After hearing this, Su Yue's face changed slightly, and she said with lingering fear: "So, what she did today is clearly to put the young lady to death. Before she even got married, her methods were so cruel. If she officially gets married in the future, won't the young lady's life be even darker than it is now?"

After she finished speaking, her eyes were filled with worry about the uncertainty of the future.

Cui Rong was not without fear, but living in this deep palace, scheming day after day for the favor of a man, wasn't life just one of endless suffering and boredom?

Soon, a doctor in a long gown came hurriedly. After examining Cui Rong, he said that she just caught a cold and there was no need to make a fuss. She just needed to rest for a few days and take medicine on time.

Cui Rong picked up the bowl of dark-colored medicine, drank it all, and then fell into a deep sleep.

However, in her dream, she seemed to be imprisoned in a cage built of iron walls, surrounded by enemies on all sides and with nowhere to escape.

The heavy feeling of oppression was like a substance, suffocating her, and despair was like the dark night, wrapping her tightly.

In that chaotic nightmare, Wen Yinyang's face became particularly gloomy. Under his furrowed brows, his eyes, which were usually as gentle as jade, now showed a bit of coldness.

He stretched out his slender fingers and gradually tightened them around her throat: "Wanwan, how dare you lie to me?"

That voice was like an icy blade, piercing one's heart.

Cui Rong was suddenly awakened by a nightmare. There was silence all around her, only the green curtains swayed gently in the breeze and the dim candlelight flickered in the room, adding a sense of illusion and uneasiness.

Just as she was still feeling frightened, a deep and familiar voice sounded in her ears: "Awake?"

Cui Rongrong turned her head and happened to see Wen Yinyang who was sitting beside the bed. At that moment, her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, her panic was like a drum, and her face became paler and paler.

Seeing this, he frowned slightly and reached out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, with a worried look in his eyes: "Did you have a nightmare?" She took the initiative to hold his hand

Facing his warm and powerful fingers, Cui Rong subconsciously dodged. This subtle movement seemed to make his eyes dim a little.

After a moment, Cui Rong completely pulled herself out of the fear of the dream. She sat up, her voice trembling a little: "Why are you here?"

Wen Yinyang's hand was held in her delicate hand, and he could feel the fine beads of sweat on her palm due to nervousness.

Although he was a clean person, at this moment, this unexpected intimacy made him feel unusually warm, and the previous unhappiness in his heart also dissipated for the most part.

"I was worried that your condition would relapse, so I rushed to see you after finishing the matters at hand."

He answered softly, with a hint of fondness in his words.

Cui Rong looked through the window lattice at the deep night outside, and said with concern: "Cousin, you have worked so hard, don't worry too much about me. The doctor has come to check me out, and I'm fine. You should go back and rest early."

Hearing this, he not only did not let go of her hand, but instead held her hand even tighter, his tone relaxed but firm: "The case has been handled, and I have a rare free time, so I can spend more time with you."

Cui Rongrong's eyes froze for a moment, and she was surprised that he had time to spare. Just as her mind was racing, Wen Yinyang suddenly asked, "Did you have a nightmare just now?"

Cui Rongrong's throat tightened unconsciously and she nodded slightly.

He asked again: "What did you dream about?"

She lowered her head and whispered, "You are being chased by a wolf. No matter how hard you try, you can't escape."

Hearing this, he gently stroked her slightly pale cheek with his fingers, and his voice was full of comfort: "Maybe you were frightened by falling into the water today. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Cui Rongrong raised her head and looked at his handsome face, which overlapped with the image of the man who strangled her in her dream, and her heart could not help but tremble.

She couldn't help but wonder, if one day Wen Yinyang discovered her secrets and lies, would he end everything for her with his own hands just like in her dream?

He would definitely do this, and he might even be more ruthless. Thinking of this, she secretly warned herself in her heart that she must not let anyone know about this.

Changing the subject, he suddenly asked, "Tell me, how did you escape today?"

Cui Rongrong's voice was filled with memories: "Since I was young, I have traveled thousands of miles with my father to collect herbs and swim in rivers, lakes and seas. Although I haven't swam in the water for many years, my proficiency in water and my desire for freedom have always been buried deep in my heart. Therefore, at that critical moment, I was able to wade ashore alone."

"I heard that a scholar came in today and put a coat on you to keep you warm."