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

Lin Han finally woke up from his dream, stepped into the waterside pavilion with stiff steps, and bowed reluctantly, saying, "Thank you, sir."

Song Yanyi's expression remained indifferent, as if everything was within his expectations. "You're welcome. I specially invited Mr. Lin here today to thank you for helping Wanwan put on her clothes by the lake that day, saving her from embarrassment. This kindness should be expressed as soon as possible."

When Lin Han heard this, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead and his face turned even paler: "It's just a small matter. Miss Xu has already expressed her gratitude..."

Halfway through his words, his voice gradually became low, and the images in his memory flooded into his mind like a tide - the look in Song Yanyi's eyes when he found the medicine bag in Xie's private school, the sharpness and coldness at that moment, like a blade, so clear that it made people's heart palpitate. Now it seems that it was definitely not an illusion.

"Wanwan is young and her behavior is not perfect. I hope Mr. Lin will accept this gift."

Following Cuizhu's light steps, she walked into the pavilion holding an exquisite sandalwood box in her hand. Nine glittering gold ingots were neatly arranged in the box, demonstrating the Xie family's wealth.

Lin Han felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. How could he dare to accept such a valuable gift? He quickly declined: "It's just a small favor. Your Excellency is really too kind. Why do you need such a valuable gift..."

"Mr. Lin, you'd better accept it."

Song Yanyi's words contained a dignity that could not be refused, "Wanwan doesn't want to owe anyone a favor. If you accept this gift today, you and Wanwan will no longer owe each other anything."

The implicit warning in these words made Lin Han's face even paler. Cuizhu handed the sandalwood box to him. He hesitated for a long time, and finally took the heavy gift with trembling hands.

"Cuizhu, see the guest off."

Song Yanyi's voice was as cold as ever.

"Yes, my lord."

Cuizhu responded, turned around and made an invitation gesture to Lin Han, but her tone was complicated: "Master Lin, please come in."

Lin Han held the wooden box in his arms and walked out of the door with a gloomy look on his face. His former high spirits and confidence disappeared without a trace at this moment.

The autumn wind outside the door seemed even more biting, blowing away his last bit of hope.

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Inside the Qiu Shui Pavilion, the night gradually deepened.

"Since the young master has decided to let you go, this matter is over. Young lady, please stop blaming yourself."

Su Yue's gentle voice was full of care and comfort, trying to heal Cui Rong's inner trauma.

Cui Rong stood by the window, looking through the narrow courtyard towards the deep night sky, with a bitter sneer on her lips: "Let him go? When did he really let me go?"

After saying this, an indescribable pain flashed in his eyes.

Su Yue was speechless for a moment, and just sighed softly: "But the girl had no choice at that time, Lord Lin should be able to understand, maybe he doesn't think the girl is that kind of person, maybe..."

Cui Rongrong shook her head gently and interrupted Su Yue's words: "It doesn't matter how he sees me. After all, there is no possibility between Lin Han and me."

There was a hint of determination in her tone, as if she had seen through the hopelessness of the future.

Whether Lin Han forgave her for being helpless or regarded her as frivolous, it made no difference to her.

What really made her despair was that she seemed to have been firmly bound in the Xie Mansion, with no chance of escape.

The next evening, Cuizhu stepped into Cui Rong's room again and brought a new order: "My cousin, the master wants you to go to Songhe Garden to learn the art of playing the zither."

Cui Rongrong lay on the bed without moving, and her voice was calm: "I'm not feeling well."

Cuizhu was surprised when she heard this: "Cousin, are you feeling unwell again? Do you need me to ask a doctor to come and see you?"

Cui Rong gently waved her hand: "No need, you will be fine after a rest."

Cuizhu frowned slightly, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently patted Cui Rongrong's shoulder, with a bit of worry in her tone: "Miss, are you angry with the young master?"

Cui Rongrong did not answer, but just closed her eyes, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

Cuizhu sighed and said earnestly, "You have followed the young master for so long, you should understand his temper. Has he ever shown mercy to anyone? He has been kind to you."

Cuizhu has lived in Songhe Garden since she was thirteen years old. This is the first time in seven years that she has seen the owner being so tolerant. Such tolerance is rare for her.

"If you do this, what should you do if you anger the young master? The incident has already happened, and you should try your best to please the young master. Otherwise, you will be the one who suffers in the end."

Cuizhu's words were heavy but full of concern, but to Cui Rong, they were like a sharp knife, cutting her heart.

Yes, no matter what, she was always the one who got hurt, just because of her humble background.

In the face of Cuizhu's consolation, Cui Rong remained silent and let Cuizhu leave the room helplessly.

Cuizhu returned to Songhe Garden, thought it over again and again, and finally reported the situation to Song Yanyi: "My cousin is ill, I'm afraid she needs to rest for a few days."

"sick?"

Song Yanyi's voice was a little unhappy, "Have you called a doctor?"

Cuizhu answered cautiously, "No, my cousin said it's not serious and I just need to rest for a few days. There's no need to bother the doctor."

Hearing this, Song Yanyi's eyes flashed coldly: "I think she is not sick, but she has become too independent and has started to disobey."

Cuizhu's heart tightened, and she was about to say a few words to defend Cui Rong, but she saw Song Yanyi had already stood up and walked out with big strides, leaving her alone, feeling uneasy.

At this moment, Cui Rong was still lying on the bed. The incident of last night completely disrupted her plans and cut off all her retreat routes.

The future was bleak, she was powerless to struggle, and had no time to think about how to deal with Song Yanyi.

Suddenly, Ding Dong's hurried announcement came from outside the house: "Young Master."

Then, the door was gently pushed open, and the familiar footsteps approached step by step, carrying an irresistible pressure.

Cui Rongrong opened her eyes and her gaze met Song Yanyi who was standing beside the bed, looking down at her.

"sick?"

There was inquiry in his words and his eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he wanted to see through her soul.

Cui Rong gently supported her sore arms and slowly sat up. Her tone was unusually calm, without the flattering or coquettish charm she used to have towards him: "Thank you for your concern, cousin. It's just a minor ailment and I'll be well soon."

There was a deliberate alienation in her words, as if she was deliberately suppressing her inner emotions.

Hearing this, he laughed instead of getting angry, and his subsequent actions were full of arrogance that could not be ignored.

His slender fingers gripped her chin tightly, as if to lock all her escapes into this moment, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

His eyes were sharp, and his words were filled with unquestionable questioning: "Are you being upset with me and expressing your dissatisfaction, or are you still thinking about that kid Lin Han in your heart?"