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

Sister, I don’t feel the pain anymore. You see, I always carry the ointment that you specially made for me. I just apply it lightly on the wound, and the next day I’ll be fine.

Xu Shujin tried hard to force a smile, trying to comfort his sister with this ease, even though there was an imperceptible bitterness hidden behind that smile.

This ointment was originally used to prevent minor daily injuries, but unexpectedly, in this complex environment, it has become an invisible shield to protect oneself from harm.

A strong sense of self-blame surged in Cui Rongrong's heart, like wave after wave beating against her heart, a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy feelings, interweaving into a complex emotional web: It's all my fault for not realizing your pain and difficulty earlier.

In the past, whenever Ajin described the joys and tranquility of life in the tribal school, she always believed it without hesitation, thinking that it was really a place where her brother could grow up happily, but she never thought about exploring the forbearance and hardships behind it.

And now, she hugged Ajin tightly, with a firm light in her eyes: Don't be afraid, we will soon be able to leave this suffocating place and start a new life.

Can we...really leave? Xu Shujin's voice was filled with doubts and a hint of incredible hope, a desire for the future and a yearning for freedom.

I have my own way. Cui Rongrong's words were concise and powerful. She once again carefully applied the special ointment on Ajin's wound. Every move was full of warmth and determination.

You go back and rest first, my sister needs to go out and do something.

Where are you going? Xu Shujin asked hurriedly, his eyes full of worry for his sister's safety. Are you going to find the third lady?

Cui Rong gently stroked his hair, her eyes showing both tenderness and determination: Don't worry, I'm not that confused, and I won't put myself in unnecessary trouble.

So where are you going?

Go see the second lady.

After saying that, she took out the exquisite porcelain bottle from the medicine box, pulled up Su Yue who had been waiting beside her, and the two of them walked out the door with decisive steps.

Outside Qiushui Courtyard, Su Yue followed Cui Rong closely and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you go directly to the eldest master for help? After all, it was Young Master Rui who started this matter. If the eldest master knew about it, he would definitely be willing to help the young master."

Cui Rongrong's face was as calm as water, but there was a hint of coldness in her voice: Although he dotes on me now, he will naturally help me. But favor is something that comes and goes quickly. Once he loses his protection, Ajin's situation in the Wen family will still be dangerous. Ajin is only eight years old, and there are still a long ten years before he grows up. In these ten years, the world is unpredictable and people's hearts are changeable. How can he expect everything to remain unchanged?

In the end, you still have to pave the way out by yourself.

Su Yue was speechless when she heard this. She felt mixed emotions and didn't know how to respond.

They came to Yingyue Pavilion, which was the residence of the second wife.

Cui Rongrong asked the little maid to go and inform, and after waiting for a moment, she was allowed to enter.

The primary school is on holiday today, and the second wife's son Qi Ge'er is also at home, undergoing his mother's strict academic examination.

"How long have you studied the Analects? Up to now, you have only memorized a few passages. Think about your eldest cousin. At your age, he has memorized the Four Books and Five Classics by heart!

Facing his mother's harsh accusations, Qi Ge'er shrank back and dared not look up. His cowardice almost overflowed from his body: "My elder brother is very talented. How can I compare to him..."

How dare you quibble!

The Second Madam was always decisive in her actions. With a furrowed brow and sharp eyes, she slammed the table with her palm, causing Qi Ge'er to turn pale and his breathing to become disordered. He suddenly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Upon seeing this, the second wife immediately panicked and called out quickly: Qi'er!

At this moment, Cui Rongrong quickly stepped forward, carefully unbuttoned Qi Ge'er's collar, exposing his thin chest, then poured out a precious pill from the porcelain bottle and fed it to him without hesitation until she was sure that he had swallowed the pill that could save his life.

Qi's body was shaking like the last fallen leaf in autumn. He was slowly and laboriously searching for a peaceful destination, and finally he managed to calm down.

Cui Rongrong felt his change, and then she carefully loosened her clenched hands, as if she was releasing a bird that had just escaped from a storm.

The heavy stone in the Second Wife's heart finally fell to the ground silently as her son calmed down. The blush in her eyes was like the pool water reflected by the sunset, with a hint of imperceptible fragility in the ripples.

She hugged Qi boy tightly in her arms, her full of self-blame and love turned into a gentle force, and whispered: "It's all mother's fault. Mother knew clearly that your body could not withstand the slightest wind and rain, but she still cruelly forced you."

These words are mixed with the tenderness and helplessness unique to a mother.

Little Qi pursed his lips, his eyes flashing with anxiety and understanding. He didn't dare to make a sound. He just looked timidly at his apologetic mother in front of him with his big fearful eyes, like a wounded little animal longing to be understood and comforted.

The second wife sighed softly, as if this breath was carrying a heavy burden, and then turned to the old nanny who was waiting beside her and said, "Nanny, take him back to his room to have a good rest. Don't let him catch a cold again."

Upon hearing this, the old nanny, with a calmness that comes from having experienced many vicissitudes of life, supported the young boy Qi and slowly left step by step, leaving behind a silent space.

Cui Rongrong's voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, with a barely perceptible worry, "The Tenth Young Master's physique is weak to begin with, how can he withstand the storms and waves of the outside world? Compared to studying hard, the most important thing right now is to take care of your body. If the disease relapses frequently, if one day he loses control in public, those secrets will no longer be hidden."

The second wife rubbed her forehead tiredly, with anxiety and powerlessness difficult to conceal between her brows. "I understand this truth, too. But under this kind of family pressure, if he can't succeed, I..."

At this point, she suddenly stopped talking, as if she realized that she had nowhere to vent her weakness. Why should she pour out so much to a maid?

Even if the Second Wife did not continue, Cui Rong's mind was as clear as a mirror.

She knew all the rules and frustrations of this large mansion.

The second wife had been married for many years but had never conceived. Until the three-year limit, the old lady did justice and allowed the concubines of the second room to stop taking contraceptive pills in the hope of continuing their bloodline.

In a family like the Xie family that values ​​etiquette and hierarchy, the birth of the eldest son should be the responsibility of the wife, and concubines have no right to become pregnant before that.

However, the second wife failed to get pregnant for a long time, and the three-year limit was reached, so the second wife's eldest son was born.

Although the second wife is smart and capable, and manages the household affairs in an orderly manner, her inner worries are like an undercurrent.