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

"At that time, bandits were rampant and arrows were raining down on us. It was my cousin who, at that critical moment, did not hesitate to block the sword with his own body in order to save me from danger. I can still remember that scene vividly."

At this point, Cui Rong's eyes could not help but blush. She gently raised her hand and wiped the tears that were about to fall from her eyes with a delicate handkerchief. The handkerchief was embroidered with delicate plum blossoms, as if it was also telling of endless sorrow and reluctance: "My cousin treats me so well, I don't want to let this deep affection go to waste."

The eldest lady's face became even gloomier when she heard this. She had always believed that her son was the most rational and stable, but she had never expected that he would disregard his life for a woman! An indescribable anger and worry intertwined in her heart.

"If she really enters this mansion in the future, won't she be spoiled to the point of losing her sense of propriety? Breaking the family rules is a small matter, but if she disrupts the order between legitimate and illegitimate children, it will be a big disaster for the family!"

The eldest lady's lips curled up into a cold smile, her words full of sarcasm and disdain, "I underestimated you. It turns out that your methods are so extraordinary."

Faced with the sudden change of the Madam, Cui Rongrong showed a look of surprise and confusion. She called softly: "Madam..."

However, the eldest lady obviously had no intention of saying anything more, and waved her hand to interrupt Cui Rong's words: "Forget it, let's discuss this matter later, you can leave first."

Upon hearing this, Cui Rong nodded meekly without saying much. She gently adjusted her dress, bowed respectfully, then turned around and left the room with light but solemn steps.

Outside the door, Zhu Qing looked at Cui Rongrong's receding back with a complicated look in his eyes. Finally, he couldn't help whispering, "This cousin looks gentle and docile on the outside, but who would have thought that she has such thoughts..."

The eldest lady snorted coldly, with a sharp light flashing in her eyes: "I think she thinks highly of herself and thinks everything is under control. She is too lazy to even continue acting!"

"How can such a woman who is good at seductive tricks be allowed in the Xie Mansion? Once she enters, who knows how much trouble she will cause! It is best to make plans early to avoid endless troubles!"

As the eldest lady spoke, she gently pressed her hand on her forehead, as if she was thinking about something.

"Young Master is really too emotional this time. How could he be attracted to a woman like this?"

Zhu Qing on the side whispered.

The eldest lady snorted coldly, with a hint of helplessness and sarcasm in her tone: "Men, after all, cannot escape the web of love. No matter how smart or stupid they are, they all have the same temperament."

Originally, the eldest lady had thought that if she found Cui Rong to be honest through today's conversation, she would agree to the marriage, give her enough courtesy and respect, and then slowly bring her into the house after Xian'er got married.

However, she never expected that this woman would become a little too proud and get carried away. She was already impatient before officially becoming a member of the Xie family. This made the eldest lady worried about the future.

Cui Rongrong returned to Songhe Garden and opened the door. She saw Song Yanyi leaning on the bed, flipping through an ancient book in his hands. The sunlight shone on his body through the window, adding a bit of tenderness and tranquility.

He raised his head and their eyes met, with a hint of surprise and tenderness in his eyes: "You're back so soon?"

Cui Rong approached lightly and spoke softly, appearing particularly gentle and considerate: "Madam was worried that there was no one to take care of my cousin, so she specifically asked me to return as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Song Yanyi lowered his eyelids slightly, and a sense of uneasiness inexplicably surged in his heart, as if something was quietly changing.

"Why haven't you taken this medicine yet?"

Cui Rongrong changed the subject at the right time, and skillfully picked up the bowl of steaming medicine on the bedside, her words full of concern.

The bowl of Chinese medicine beside the bed, the steam rising from the deep brown liquid has long dissipated, and fine water droplets condense on the edge of the cold porcelain bowl, reflecting the mottled light and shadow outside the window, quietly telling the passage of time. She carefully placed it here when she left in the early morning, and it still quietly waits there with the sound of footsteps returning home, without changing.

Song Yanyi leaned on the bed, his tone lazily, as if even speaking was a laborious task: "You can't reach that far."

There was an unintentional dependence in his words, which was in sharp contrast to his usual proud independence.

Cui Rongrong frowned slightly when she heard this, and a trace of helplessness and blame flashed through her mind. When will the young master change his spoiled temper? But the blame was mixed with subtle tenderness and tolerance, "Then let Cuizhu bring it to you."

There was a hint of anger in her suggestion, but it also concealed her concern for him.

Hearing this, Song Yanyi squinted at her with his narrow eyes, which flashed with a hint of amusement and challenge, "You are quite good at ordering people around."

This sentence seemed to be a joke, but it also revealed his appreciation for her little resistance.

Cui Rong was speechless for a moment when faced with his words.

In this mutual instigation and care, who is better at controlling the situation, perhaps even they themselves cannot tell.

Her eyes once again swept over the bandaged wound on his chest. The gauze faintly visible through it silently told of the turmoil and difficulties he had experienced in recent days.

The dissatisfaction and grievance in her heart almost burst out, but she swallowed it back.

Forget it, just consider it as a way to repay him for saving my life. Anyway, days and nights like this won’t last too long.

So she turned around and walked into the small kitchen again, where the freshly boiled Chinese medicine warming on the medicine stove exuded a rich and bitter aroma. The servants seemed to be well aware of his habits and deliberately kept the medicine warm. Their attentiveness made people feel an unusual warmth.

"Take the medicine first."

Cui Rongrong handed the bowl of warm medicine to him with a firmness that brooked no refusal.

However, Song Yanyi did not reach out to take it as she wished. His eyes, which always revealed cunningness, were now looking at her quietly, as if waiting for something.

Cui Rong took a deep breath and said to herself, no matter how dissatisfied and tired she was, as long as she endured for a while, everything would pass.

In these limited days, she is willing to play her role well.

So, she gently scooped up a spoonful of medicine and blew on it slowly to cool it down. That subtle movement contained infinite patience and care. She didn't wait until the medicine in the spoon reached the right temperature before she carefully brought it to his slightly opened lips.

This usually arrogant young master actually opened his lips slightly and obediently drank the bitter medicine.

Cui Rong couldn't help laughing in her heart. How could such a young master not feel bitter when he still needed to be served spoonful by spoonful? But then she changed her mind and was surprised that he seemed to have lost the ability to perceive bitterness.

He swallowed the bitter medicine spoonful by spoonful, without the slightest wrinkle between his brows. Instead, he looked relaxed and contented, as if he was enjoying the process rather than enduring it.