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

Cui Rongrong's steps were slow and heavy, and every step seemed to be on her heart. She walked in front of Song Yanyi, waiting for his next instructions.

"What progress have you made in your piano skills recently?"

His voice was calm but with a hint of inquiry.

Cui Rongrong blinked her eyes, looking somewhat innocent: "Although I have practiced, the progress is not obvious."

Her answer was cautious, as if she was avoiding something.

"Then show me."

His words were simple and direct, without any beating around the bush.

Cui Rongrong swallowed and felt a little uneasy.

She walked towards Guqin, but found that Song Yanyi had no intention of giving up his seat.

Just as she was about to ask, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, gently pulled her into his arms, and let her sit on his lap.

This sudden closeness made Cui Rong's heart beat faster and her cheeks turned red involuntarily.

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

His voice was gentle and firm, yet it also carried an irresistible power.

Cui Rong felt mixed emotions. When was it that emphasized in class that we should not do anything to seduce the teacher? It turned out that he was the one who made all these rules.

She didn't dare to protest, so she could only obediently put her fingers on the strings and force herself to recall the fingering he had taught her before.

However, when her fingertips touched the strings, the music that should have been melodious and smooth became sharp and piercing, like a cry that broke the silence at dawn.

She avoided his gaze in panic, his low and slightly stern voice echoing in her ears: "Is there no progress, or have you never practiced at all?"

Cui Rongrong hurriedly explained, speaking a little hurriedly: "I did practice, but I just lacked guidance. I forgot everything as soon as I started."

She opened her eyes wide, her gaze full of sincerity and pleading, fearing that he would not believe her.

His warm breath brushed against her ears, causing her to shudder, and his strong arms wrapped around her tightly, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

In this intimate atmosphere, his words were as cold as ice: "Really?"

Cui Rong's body stiffened, she lowered her head, and admitted softly: "It's me, I neglected to practice."

Even so, the powerful aura around him has not subsided at all.

He plucked the strings lightly with his slender fingers, his voice as calm as before: "I heard that the principal of the clan school has proposed that the second lady plans to take Xu Shujin back home to educate him, right?"

Cui Rong's expression changed slightly. She didn't expect the news to spread so quickly.

Even such trivial matters need to be reported to him, which shows that he cares deeply about Ajin.

"Today, Ajin came back from the clan school. I found that his body was covered with scars. I learned that he was often bullied by his classmates there. In order not to worry me, he never mentioned it and did not ask the teacher for help, for fear of causing more trouble."

At this point, Cui Rong's voice was choked with sobs.

"I went to the Second Madam to argue with her in a rage. She was kind-hearted and sympathetic to Ajin. She suggested that Ajin be sent to the Maoshan Academy founded by her uncle. Most of the students there come from ordinary families. For Ajin, the learning environment might be more friendly."

When talking about Ajin's experience, Cui Rongrong's throat seemed to be blocked by something and tears could no longer be controlled and flowed down.

When Song Yanyi saw her tearful eyes, his heart ached.

"Why don't you look for me?"

His voice was gentle, but there was a hurt look in his eyes.

Cui Rongrong sniffed, her voice choking a little: "If you come forward to help Ajin, what will happen? If what happened between us is discovered, they might be even more harsh to Ajin."

She paused, and then continued, "Besides, the problem is not as simple as teaching a few naughty kids a lesson. Ajin was born in poverty, and he is out of place in an aristocratic school like the Xie family. Even if you can protect him from superficial bullying, people's prejudice and contempt cannot be eliminated. I don't want him to live in endless inferiority."

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his movements were so gentle as if he was protecting a treasure: "Maoshan is so far away, are you willing to let him leave?"

There was a subtle complexity of emotion in his tone.

"The boy must learn to be independent. Instead of selfishly keeping him by my side, I hope he can be happy."

Her eyes were red and her tears were not yet dry, but she leaned stubbornly in his arms, "Brother Xianyu, now I only have you."

Hearing these words, his heart seemed to be suddenly pulled by something. Ever since the accidental fall into the water, her dependence on him had deepened, but his heart was gradually becoming empty and desolate.

He gently lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. Her eyes sparkling with tears looked particularly charming at this moment.

There was a seriousness in his eyes that could not be ignored: "Wanwan, how dare you hide something from me?"

Cui Rong's heart was beating like a drum. She tried her best to stay calm, but she looked at him with confusion in her eyes.

He pursed his lips, but finally let go of her hand, as if making some kind of compromise: "Forget it, continue your piano lesson."

Cui Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded obediently in agreement.

He held her hand again and patiently demonstrated the intricate fingering techniques.

This time, Cui Rong seemed to have a sudden enlightenment and understood things faster. After several attempts, she miraculously mastered the skills.

"Which song do you want to learn?"

His voice sounded a little more gentle and expectant.

Cui Rong thought for a moment, turned around, and looked at him tenderly: "The Complaint of Xiang Fei, I want to learn this piece."

When he heard this, the clarity in his eyes seemed to ripple slightly, and the usual tranquility was replaced by a barely perceptible surprise: "Why do you suddenly want to learn this song?"

Cui Rongrong blinked mischievously, as if the stars were dancing in her eyes: "If one day, you no longer pamper me like you do now, I will stay in my room every day and play "Xiang Fei Yuan". Perhaps, the sad and lingering melody can touch your heartstrings and evoke a little nostalgia for the good times we once had."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment. He was speechless and just gently pinched her cheek. His eyes were filled with helplessness and doting. "How many weird ideas are in your little head?"

"So are you going to teach me or not?"

Cui Rongrong tugged at his sleeve, and her coquettish tone was like a spring breeze, making it hard to refuse.

He sighed deeply, his brows revealing a complex mixture of compromise and doting: "I don't have any ready-made music scores here. Let Qing'an go to the market to buy them in a couple of days. I'll teach you then, okay?"

He has never been very fond of those sad, delicate and lingering boudoir tunes, always feeling that those songs are too narrow and not suitable for his broad mind.

Deep down in his heart, he actually wanted to teach her songs like "Moon over the Cangshan Mountains" or "Returning Home".