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

The doctor gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said calmly but confidently, "The arrow in the eldest master's body has been successfully removed, and because the bleeding was stopped in time, except for a slight fever, there is nothing serious. As long as he takes the antipyretic medicine on time, he should get better soon, so there is no need to worry too much."

When everyone heard this, the huge stone in their hearts finally settled down a little, and they all rushed into the room, wanting to see Song Yanyi's condition with their own eyes.

"Xianyu, my child."

The old lady walked into the room with a staggering gait and a sad face.

Song Yanyi was still in a coma, his face as pale as the first snow in winter, lying quietly on the bed.

The wound has been carefully bandaged, and under the layers of gauze, you can occasionally see traces of blood, which is heartbreaking to see.

In a corner of the room, the most eye-catching person was Cui Rong, who was fidgeting and looking reluctant. She sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, looking a little at a loss as to what to do.

When the old lady saw this scene, she couldn't help but be stunned. Her eyes were fixed on the hand that Song Yanyi was holding tightly around Cui Rongrong's wrist, full of confusion and questions.

Cui Rong seemed particularly embarrassed. She tried to stand up, but seemed to be restrained by Song Yanyi's tight grip, and was in a dilemma.

"I'm just... I'm just following Doctor Liu's orders and helping out here."

Her explanation seemed a little weak.

Seeing this, Xie Xiuzhu hurried forward and tried to resolve the embarrassment: "Brother may be unconscious and confused, and mistook Cui Rong for someone else, so he held on so tightly and refused to let go."

After hearing this, the eldest lady was skeptical, but at least this statement solved the problem on the surface.

However, the others present had their own considerations and speculations in their hearts. After all, how could Song Yanyi just grab a woman and not let her go? He was not a romantic person like the third master.

Cui Rong pursed her lips, turned her gaze towards the eldest lady with difficulty, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Maybe, he just recognized the wrong person."

Although this made sense, everyone present only reluctantly accepted this explanation. The old lady nodded and was about to check Song Yanyi's injuries again, but she did not expect that the pale lips of the unconscious Song Yanyi actually moved slightly.

His breathing suddenly became rapid and unstable, and his voice was deep and full of unprecedented urgency: "Wanwan..."

This call was like a thunderbolt that broke through the silent air, plunging the entire room into an extremely depressing silence.

The old lady first looked at Song Yanyi in surprise, and then turned to Xu Cui Rongrong, her eyes full of disbelief and astonishment.

The news that Song Yanyi has a favorite woman has long been undercurrent in the family. They have guessed almost all the famous women in the outside world, but no one expected that the person would actually be Xu Cui Rongrong?

The eldest master seldom interferes with the affairs of the inner house on normal days, and his brows were furrowed when he learned about this. This situation is really inappropriate.

Xie Xiuzhu looked confused: "Wanwan? Who is Wanwan?"

Cui Rongrong's mind seemed to be filled with thousands of horses galloping. Shame and panic made her feel dizzy and she wished she could escape immediately.

Her cheeks flushed, but she couldn't utter a word in rebuttal.

What made her even more helpless was that Song Yanyi's hands showed no sign of loosening. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her.

In the end, Cui Rong could only look to the old lady for help in despair: "Old lady..."

The old lady came back to her senses and coughed lightly, obviously looking for a suitable solution: "Forget it, Brother Xian is still unconscious, you stay here and take care of him. As for the rest, we can talk about it after he wakes up."

When the master saw that Song Yanyi was not in danger of life, he said no more and turned away.

It was inconvenient for the old lady to stay for long, so she slowly left with the help of the first lady, and the people from the second and third rooms also dispersed.

Cui Rong looked at the gradually deserted room, and the panic and anxiety in her heart reached its peak.

Outside Songhe Garden, the eldest lady supported the old lady, her brows furrowed, her tone full of disappointment: "I never expected that the person Xian'er was hiding in her heart was Cui Rongrong. I always thought she was a law-abiding person."

In the eyes of the eldest lady, even if one wants to take a concubine, one should choose a woman with good character and virtue. Private relationships without formal marriage are in any case not decent enough.

Upon hearing this, the Third Madam immediately added fuel to the fire: "Look at that girl, she has a seductive look on her face, she must be trying to seduce Brother Xian. If I had known, I shouldn't have taken her in! It's better to kick out such an unruly girl as soon as possible!"

The Third Lady had never expected that her instigation might inadvertently promote Xu Cui Rong's official recognition. If the Old Lady and the First Lady really agreed to give Xu Cui Rong a status, then her position in the mansion would be greatly threatened!

The second lady's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and her words were full of sarcasm: "Why are you so concerned about the people in Xian'er's room? What's the hurry? Could it be that you have something on your mind and are eager to get rid of it?"

The Third Young Lady's face darkened and she was about to retort, but was interrupted by the Second Lady.

The eldest young lady remained calm, her tone revealing a certain firmness and composure: "After all, she saved Xiuzhu. The Xie family will remember this favor in their hearts. How can we easily drive her away? Besides, our Xian'er has had his own opinions since he was a child, and he never follows the rules. Why should we, the elders, worry too much about making decisions for him?"

Upon hearing this, the old lady looked at the eldest young lady kindly, patted her hand gently, and said in a gentle voice with a hint of unquestionableness: "Wan girl is a sensible child. This matter may not be caused by her tricks. Don't you understand your son's character? Xian'er's mind is not something that can be easily influenced by any woman."

The eldest young lady was speechless for a moment. Indeed, she had carefully selected maids with various personalities for her son, some were as gentle as water, and some were charming, but none of them could catch Song Yanyi's eye.

"You also understand that Xian has been independent since he was young and has never been manipulated by others. Although Wan's family background is a bit ordinary, she has a noble character and we have watched her grow up, so we know her inside out. Since Xian is interested in her, it is reasonable for him to take her as a concubine. You should let him do what he wants."

The old lady's words revealed an irrefutable majesty.

The eldest young lady nodded slightly, her voice calm but with a hint of helplessness: "Yes, I understand."

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Cui Rongrong stayed by Song Yanyi's bedside, trying to remain calm, but her heart was in a tangled mess. The situation she least wanted to face had finally arrived.

The secret between her and Song Yanyi is now known to everyone in the Xie Mansion. How should she cope with it?

She looked at Song Yanyi anxiously, only to see the shocking scar on his chest. The anger that was about to explode instantly turned into heartache.