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

Cui Rong smiled gently, and in her smile there was a hint of disdain and understanding: Just add more clothes.

However, he secretly guessed that there might be some unknown conspiracy behind Zhao Xianer's move.

It was early winter, and the wind was freezing cold, especially on the lake.

If someone accidentally falls into the water...

She really wanted to see what kind of drama Zhao Xianer was trying to perform in this carefully arranged play.

After adjusting her mood, she picked up the teacup and sipped it nonchalantly with a cold look in her eyes.

Caiyun came closer and asked cautiously: Miss, are you going?

Why not?

A meaningful arc appeared at the corner of Cui Rong's mouth. "My sister Xian'er and I have been reunited after a long separation. If I don't take this opportunity to enhance our relationship, wouldn't others think I'm too heartless?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up and ordered: Help me change into clothes for going out.

By the moat, Zhao Xian'er sat in the carriage with a hand warmer in her arms. The anxious waiting made her look a little irritable.

Why hasn’t the Cui family’s carriage arrived yet?

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Zhao Xianer's voice, and the anxiety could no longer be concealed.

The maid heard this, sensed her master's displeasure, and quickly responded.

His tone was full of panic: I haven’t seen her yet, but I think Miss Cui should be here soon.

Zhao Xian'er was late on purpose, intending to humiliate Cui Rong, but she was the first to arrive because of her own scheme. In anger, she kicked the carriage hard to vent her unhappiness.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was gently lifted by a delicate hand.

What came into view was Cui Rong's face with a gentle smile.

When I heard the noise in the car, I thought Sister Zhao was in some trouble.

There was concern in her tone, but no one could tell the true intention behind that smile.

Zhao Xianer's expression tensed, but she immediately regained her dignified demeanor as a lady from a noble family: Sister Xiao, it's you who's here.

Cui Rongrong chuckled, her tone gentle and teasing: "Sister Zhao, have you been waiting for a long time? I was delayed a little on the way, and I didn't expect to be so late."

No problem. Zhao Xianer's smile seemed a little forced. She tried to maintain the superficial politeness. What delayed her sister? Has it been properly handled?

They are just trivial matters, sister, you don't have to take them to heart.

She was late on purpose, actually, just to witness the fake smile on Zhao Xianer's face with her own eyes.

However, Zhao Xianer was completely unaware of this.

The anger she tried hard to suppress was clearly revealed on her tense face, and her originally pure and elegant appearance seemed a little distorted at this moment.

Cui Rong remained calm and deliberately opened the car curtains, allowing the biting cold wind to rush into the car. Zhao Xianer couldn't help but shiver.

"Sister Zhao, come down.

Although the weather was cold, the view of the moat was unique.

I'll hold the curtain for you."

Zhao Xian'er was wearing thin clothes and before she had time to take off her cloak, Cui Rongrong urged her several times. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and endure the cold to get off the carriage.

As soon as she got off the car, a gust of cold wind blew in her face, penetrating her clothes and going straight into her bones, making her shiver.

Zhao Xian'er secretly groaned in her heart, and the maid beside her hurriedly handed her a thick fur coat and helped her put it on.

At this moment, Cui Rong waved her hand gently, and the maid staggered.

He fell into the mud, and the precious fur coat was torn into tatters by the accident.

Zhao Xianer's first reaction was to scold the maid for her clumsiness.

But in front of Cui Rongrong, she couldn't lose her sense of propriety and ruin her image of being gentle, considerate and magnanimous.

Therefore, she suppressed her displeasure and looked at the maid with a softer gaze, but there was a warning light in her eyes.

So she took a deep breath, and the nails of her clenched fists seemed to dig into the tender flesh of her palms.

The sharp pain was like cold water that extinguished the anger in my heart.

Slowly, she smiled indifferently but elegantly: "Oh, this maid is so careless. She is so clumsy even in handing over clothes. I'm sorry to make Sister Xiao laugh."

Cui Rongrong's eyes were filled with worry as she gently pulled up her hand. Her concerned gaze was like the warm sunshine in spring. "Sister Zhao's hands are so cold, and the fingertips are almost cold. Why don't we forget about the boat trip today? What if you catch a cold?"

"Sister Zhao, you should go back and rest for a while. The joy of rafting can be enjoyed at any time. Why rush? Your health is the most important thing." The other person's words were full of understanding, but also with a firmness that could not be refused.

Zhao Xian'er gritted her teeth and maintained a seemingly casual smile on her face: "How can this little unhappiness easily ruin the wonderful time that Sister Xiao and I have spent together? I am wearing thick clothes and I don't feel the cold at all. The sisterhood can't be shaken by this little cold wind."

"Don't worry, Sister Xiao. Clothes are a trivial matter. I will ask the maid to go and come back quickly. Our happy gathering time should not be delayed at all."

After she finished speaking, she gently patted the back of Cui Rong's hand to comfort her. Her calmness and determination made it hard to doubt her.

Cui Rongrong looked worried on the surface, but inside she had a barely perceptible sneer hidden inside.

She secretly calculated in her heart that it would take half a quarter of an hour to get from here to Zhao Mansion even if she rode the fastest horse.

How long can Zhao Xianer, who seems strong, hold out in the biting cold wind?

They walked slowly along the moat, and with every step they took toward the water, the air became colder.

Although Cui Rong was not feeling well herself, she still reluctantly let Zhao Xianer hold her hand in order to prevent her from noticing her flaw.

A slight tremor came from Zhao Xianer's hand, which was clasped tighter and tighter.

From her exposed fingers, which were frozen as red as ruby, it was not difficult to tell that she was trying her best to endure it.

However, Zhao Xianer still forced a smile, and there was not a single flaw in her words.

"Sister Xiao has lived in a foreign country for many years. I'm afraid she has long forgotten the changing seasons and the unique scenery of Kyoto."

Zhao Xian'er spoke in a gentle tone, and memories of the past seemed to flash through her eyes: "When I was young, Sister Xiao and I played together and grew up together. It was a pity that the day Sister left Beijing, I was so timid that I didn't even have the courage to see you off."

"Sister, have you ever felt resentful about this?"

She asked cautiously.

Cui Rongrong's face was calm and her tone was indifferent: "How could it be?"

Recalling the scene when she was forced to leave Beijing, she was indeed confused by Zhao Xianer's absence.

But after being reborn, the veil of past warmth has been completely lifted.

She could see clearly the true face of Zhao Xianer hidden behind her smile.

Perhaps the day of farewell was the time when Zhao Xianer secretly rejoiced.

Suppressing the hatred and disdain in her heart, Cui Rong deliberately slowed down her pace.

This caused a hint of embarrassment to appear on Zhao Xianer's smiling face.