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

On the day of the Flower Festival, the city of Yanjing was bustling with activity. Wherever the goddess's procession went, the streets and alleys were crowded with people, almost shoulder to shoulder, creating a scene of jubilation.

Xie Xiulin held Cui Rongrong's hand tightly, and said excitedly: "Look, that's this year's flower goddess, the stunning beauty from Loulan. It is said that she is the princess of Loulan and will be presented to the emperor soon!"

They were sitting in a private room on the second floor of the teahouse. All the windows were open and everyone leaned out to catch a glimpse of the grand procession of the goddesses outside the window.

The flower god of Loulan stood on a gorgeously decorated float, holding a flower basket in her hands, and from time to time she scattered colorful petals to the onlookers, causing everyone to scramble for them, creating a very lively scene.

For Cui Rong, who seldom participated in such lively activities, everything in front of her seemed particularly novel and interesting: "Everyone says that Loulan produces beautiful women. Seeing her today, it is indeed true."

Xie Xiulin's face was full of pride, as if he was smug about his suggestion: "I thought it wouldn't be wrong to say that we could just watch the fun!"

Cui Rongrong's laughter was like a spring breeze blowing through the window lattice, crisp and pleasant, as if it could dispel all the haze in the house.

Just as a relaxed and joyful atmosphere was flowing between the conversations, the little maid beside Xie Xiulin quietly approached, leaned over to her ear, and whispered softly.

Those words seemed to carry an ominous omen, causing Xie Xiulin's smile to stop abruptly, just like the surface of a lake frozen by a sudden cold wind.

She stood up suddenly, with an unpredictable emotion flashing in her eyes, and whispered to Cui Rongrong: "I'm going to change my clothes."

"Go."

Cui Rongrong responded gently, with a barely perceptible concern flashing in her eyes.

Xie Xiulin turned and left the private room, his steps mixed with haste and hesitation. Every step he took along the corridor seemed to be on thin ice.

The flickering candlelight on both sides of the corridor stretched her figure into a mottled shadow until the end. She placed her hand lightly on the copper ring of the innermost door, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

In the room, Xie Xiuyun had been waiting for a long time, with an impatient look on her face and a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

"Why so slow?"

Her rebuke was like a winter wind, cold and direct.

Xie Xiulin felt her sister's sharpness and couldn't help but shrink her neck, with a look of fear and flattery on her face.

Faced with Xie Xiuyun's accusation, Xie Xiulin wanted to defend himself, but swallowed his words under the other party's unquestionable gaze.

Xie Xiuyun didn't give her too much chance to explain, and directly gave the order: "In another half an hour, it will be dark, remember to take her to see the Fire Dragon Lantern."

Xie Xiulin's heart tightened, and she asked anxiously, "What will happen to her if I go?"

There was a hint of worry that he was unwilling to face in his words.

Hearing this, Xie Xiuyun sneered, her words were full of sarcasm: "Oh, you're soft-hearted? Xie Xiulin, take a good look in the mirror and recognize your identity. Why are you pretending to be a good person? I tell you, today either she disappears from this world, or you get ready to be punished! If you don't do as I say, I don't need to do anything about the shameful things between you and that Prince Zheng. The first and second wives will let you experience the taste of sinking into the lake!"

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Xie Xiulin so hard that she trembled all over. Her face turned pale in an instant, and fear flooded her heart like a tide.

"Please, please don't tell anyone. I'll do anything. I'll listen to whatever you say. Please forgive me this time!"

Xie Xiulin's voice trembled, almost begging.

"It's good that you understand. If you dare to ruin my plan today, don't blame me for being ruthless and killing you and your mother as well!"

Xie Xiuyun's words were full of threats and determination.

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On the other side, Song Yanyi temporarily pulled himself away from the tedious affairs of the palace, and Qing'an hurriedly drove the carriage towards him. He was agile and jumped down with a smile on his face, and his voice was a bit flattering: "Master!"

Then, he asked carefully, "Do you want to go back home and rest today?"

"What's so special?"

There was no trace of enthusiasm on Song Yanyi's face, and his tone was indifferent, as if the air around him was frozen by his indifference.

Qing'an's heart tightened. The young master's cold breath made him feel uneasy and painful.

Ever since the fierce argument between the young master and his cousin, the young master's face has not been good in the past few days, and the man serving on the side is always in a state of fear.

Qing An forced a stiff smile, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Master, you don't know that today is the Flower Festival. My cousin has left the house and went to Suzaku Street to watch the flower god parade. It seems that she has recovered from her illness and is in good spirits."

He added deliberately: "You should be in a good mood too."

After all, how could one be angry when he could go out to enjoy the flowers and lights on such a beautiful spring day? If he didn't reconcile now, when would he?

Although the young master appeared to be indifferent to his cousin on the surface, Qing'an knew that the young master was actually very concerned about her and hoped that his cousin would bow her head a little.

Unfortunately, that cousin is also a stubborn person.

"My cousin has been angry for several days now, and it's time to let it go. On such an auspicious day, why bother with trivial matters? Why don't you go to Suzaku Street to join in the fun, and maybe we can meet unexpectedly."

Song Yanyi glanced at him coldly, his words full of impatience: "Why are you so long-winded?"

Qing'an was speechless for a moment, closed his mouth in embarrassment, and dared not say anything more.

Just as he was about to quietly drive the carriage back to Xie's house, Song Yanyi's faint voice suddenly came from inside the carriage: "Go to Zhuque Street, Mingxiang Teahouse."

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About an incense stick of time passed slowly, and Xie Xiulin finally reappeared.

Cui Rongrong looked at her slightly pale face and couldn't help but ask with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xie Xiulin quickly reached out and stroked her slightly pale cheek, forcing a smile and saying, "It's okay, I just stumbled when I was going upstairs just now, and I broke out in a cold sweat."

"How could you be so careless? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"without……"

Xie Xiulin's answer seemed a little forced.

"I see that you don't look right. How about we go back early?"

"No, not going back!"

Xie Xiulin quickly shook his head to refuse, with a look of persistence in his expression.

Cui Rongrong was puzzled and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"The lantern festival tonight is the highlight. How can we withdraw at this critical moment? Sister Cui Rongrong, let's wait a little longer. I really want to see the legendary fire dragon."

Xie Xiulin held Cui Rong's hand tightly, with a pleading light in his eyes: "Let's go and take a look. You didn't come to the capital during the Flower Festival last year. If we go back early and miss the most exciting fire dragon lantern show, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Cui Rong pursed her lips, and finally nodded and compromised: "Okay."