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

Just as the atmosphere was immersed in this subtle tranquility, Song Yanyi suddenly asked. Although his voice was light, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples, "I heard that the list of the Spring Examination has been released recently?"

There were no unnecessary ups and downs in his words, but his black eyes, as deep as the night sky, were fixed on her face, bringing an indescribable pressure.

Cui Rong's hand holding the spoon paused slightly. She did not avoid the question, but responded directly, with a firm and honest look in her eyes, "Is that so?"

These few simple words contain expectations for the future and calm acceptance of the current situation.

Song Yanyi's gaze was like the deep night sky, quietly locking onto her face, with an intriguing, half-smile arc at the corner of his mouth: "I heard that the name Lin Han is already on the list of successful candidates."

Every word seems to have been carefully carved, revealing an imperceptible edge.

Cui Rongrong's face was as calm as a lake, and her tone was full of gentle affirmation: "Mr. Lin has always been diligent and has studied hard for many years. Today he has finally achieved success and fame. This is a well-deserved honor."

Her words were just right, neither impolite nor overly enthusiastic, and there was no flaw to be found.

He deliberately brought up this topic, with hidden intentions in mind, wanting to capture even the slightest fluctuation in her heart and explore whether the boy had already thrown a stone into the lake of her heart.

However, her reaction was indifferent, neither surprise nor special concern, which made him feel an indescribable emotion.

Beneath the calm surface, he felt a hint of unhappiness in his heart, like a pool of spring water rippling in the breeze.

His eyes turned cold, and there was a subtle bitterness in his words: "Maybe we can only say that he was lucky. Even though he was the last one, he was lucky enough to catch the last train to glory."

The air seemed to freeze as a faint smell of jealousy spread, and even the air became subtle.

Cui Rong's brows knitted slightly, as if touched by the sudden chill. She raised her head bravely and looked directly at him. Although her words were gentle, they carried an unnoticeable edge: "After all, who can compete with you, the top of the list? Your brilliance is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

The implication is both an affirmation of him and a light-hearted rebuttal to his pointless comparison.

Song Yanyi couldn't help feeling suffocated when he heard this.

Perhaps it was the confrontation at this moment that suddenly woke him up - he and Lin Han were like the bright moon and stars in the night sky, so why should they be compared?

Since he was a child, the word "genius" has always followed him and shrouded him in glory. But now, he is already tired of this praise.

In fact, he never really cared about the title of top scholar. It was just a stepping stone for him to enter the vortex of power struggle. Compared with the vast world he pursued, it was too small and not worth mentioning.

At this moment, an unprecedented emotion surged in his chest, a strange emotion that even he himself could not accurately describe, which was both novel and disturbing.

This is an emotion that he is unwilling to show to the world easily, because it is too private, too soft, and inconsistent with his usual calm and unattainable image.

He secretly asked himself in his heart, why is this happening? Is it jealousy? Is it unwillingness? Or... something else?

This complex mood made him deeply confused and want to explore his own emotional world for the first time.

It was not until a long time passed that he reluctantly admitted that the emotion buried deep in his heart was called jealousy.

Cui Rongrong originally thought that her words would stir up waves of anger in him, but unexpectedly, she was met with only silence. She secretly speculated in her heart that perhaps he did not notice the sarcasm and bitterness in her words.

Perhaps because of his injuries, she felt that his usually sharp edges were slightly softened, but even so, serving him was still a challenge.

She gently swirled the few drops of medicine left in the bowl. The few drops were as precious as amber. Then she put down the spoon and said in a calm and unquestionable voice, "Drink it. I'll clean it up now."

Just as she was about to leave the room filled with the aroma of medicine, Song Yanyi's cold and irrefutable command came from behind her: "Go quickly and come back quickly, and change the medicine for me."

Cui Rong felt a little impatient: "Can't we ask a doctor to come?"

She couldn't help but secretly complain, why did he have to rely on her for everything? Who had said that stepping into this Songhe Garden would be the beginning of enjoyment and peace?

"Is not it?"

His tone was as calm as water, so relaxed as if he was talking about other people's affairs and it had nothing to do with him.

Cui Rong secretly gritted her teeth in her heart, she came here originally for a peaceful life, but now it seems that this is not just being a maid, she has to take on several jobs and it is extremely hard!

She was holding the medicine bowl and stepped over the threshold, and happened to bump into Xie Xiulin who was rushing over.

"Sister Cui Rongrong!"

Cui Rong paused for a moment and called out softly, "Xiu Lin."

"Sister Cui Rongrong, I'm so glad you're okay! I was so worried and had planned to come see you yesterday, but the Third Madam locked me in the room. I finally found a chance to sneak out today. I never thought there would be such an accident at the Flower Festival."

Xie Xiulin hadn't finished speaking yet, his voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were red and swollen, obviously showing signs of not sleeping all night.

Cui Rong stared at her quietly, her tone heavy: "I didn't expect this to happen. Why did those bandits target me?"

Xie Xiulin quickly said: "Maybe it's because my sister is too beautiful..."

Cui Rongrong shook her head gently: "They kidnapped me and the Fifth Miss at the same time. Later, I thought carefully, what are the similarities between the two of us? In the end, I thought, maybe it’s because we were both wearing red cloaks that day."

Xie Xiulin trembled when she heard this, tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and she said with a bit of fear: "Is it true? I just grabbed the cloak casually, and never thought... The crowd was crowded that day, and we were separated by accident. When I looked back, you were gone."

Cui Rong pursed her lips and tried to comfort him: "It's all over. As long as everyone is safe, that's good."

Xie Xiulin wiped away her tears, her face filled with joy: "Yes, fortunately it's all over. You came back safe and sound. Not only did you save the fifth sister, but you also won the appreciation of the eldest young master. Sister Cui Rongrong, your life will be better in the future."

Cui Rongrong smiled slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Yeah."

Xie Xiulin paid attention to her expression. Seeing that she had no doubts at all, he felt relieved and forced a smile: "Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll leave first, lest the Third Madam finds out that I sneaked out and punishes me again."

"Go back quickly."

After watching Xie Xiulin go away, Su Yue took the empty plate from Cui Rongrong and asked curiously.