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

"Why don't you tell Miss Seven the truth and tell her that you want to leave the Xie family? Maybe she can help you."

Cui Rongrong shook her head gently: "On the night of the accident, I wanted to take her with me to escape, but I failed to catch her. Instead, someone pushed me hard from behind."

Su Yue was surprised and worried when she heard this: "The girl suspected it was her..."

"I just have a slight suspicion, and I hope it's not true."

Cui Rongrong returned to Song Yanyi's room, only to see that he looked unhappy: "Why did you take so long?"

His interference seems to be increasing, and the boundaries are blurring.

Cui Rong pursed her lips and said, "I met Xiulin and chatted with her for a while."

After hearing this, Song Yanyi's unhappiness eased a little.

Cui Rongrong took out the gauze and ointment and carefully changed the medicine on his wound.

She gently unbuttoned his pajamas and the scissors lightly cut through the bloodstained gauze. Her movements were gentle and delicate, and her lowered eyes were focused and calm.

She wrapped new gauze layer by layer, her technique skillful and caring.

Song Yanyi's eyes were fixed on her beautiful face which was so close to him, but he found that her heart seemed far away in the horizon, out of reach.

This inexplicable irritation made him feel unhappy, but at this moment, Cui Rong was as obedient as a little white rabbit. He couldn't find any flaws in her and didn't even give him a chance to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Since our affairs have become a hot topic, I think it would be better to give you a status as soon as possible to save you from being in an awkward situation in the mansion."

He suddenly suggested.

Cui Rongrong's hand paused slightly, then nodded meekly: "Okay."

This time, she did not hesitate or refuse, and his mood improved slightly.

Perhaps because he saved her, she finally felt a little grateful to him.

Song Yanyi's expression softened a bit: "Don't you like playing the piano?"

Cui Rong pursed her lips, with a barely perceptible smile in her words: "My cousin taught me, how could I not like it?"

He gently pinched her chin, his eyes burning: "If you don't like it, then don't like it. I won't force you."

He knew very well that she had no interest in playing the piano, and asking her to learn was just an excuse to get her to come to Songhe Garden more often.

Besides, he couldn't stand her perfunctory attitude.

But she was about to move into the garden, so these little tricks lost their meaning, and with her recent obedience and submissiveness, he thought about being more tolerant towards her and letting her find her own happiness here.

"You like to study herbs, right? Let Qing'an clean up the plum blossom forest on the east side and turn it into a medicinal field for you. You can plant any medicinal herbs you want."

She stared at the rare ease and joy in his eyes, hurriedly lowered her head, and replied softly, "Okay."

The smile on his lips grew brighter, and he suddenly felt that this injury seemed worth it.

A few days ago, she was giving him the cold shoulder and ignoring him out of spite, but now that her anger has subsided, she has become more docile and obedient.

Cui Rong carefully bandaged his wound, but she was thinking in her heart that what she wanted was far more than just a medicinal field...

The wound was carefully bandaged and finally wrapped tightly with layers of delicate bandages to ensure the cleanliness and safety of the wound.

Qing'an, the always alert servant, happened to step into the room at this moment, and reported to the room with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Sir, the officials from the Dali Temple have arrived at the mansion."

Hearing this, Cui Rong paused slightly, a barely perceptible nervousness flashed across her eyes, and then she quietly retreated behind the screen, hiding herself in the darkness.

Soon, two officials in official uniforms walked into the room almost without touching the ground, with anxious looks on their faces.

"Finally, we have some clues," the older official said in a low and urgent voice. "There are about ten powerful families in and outside the capital that are involved with the border. My men are investigating each one. But at this time, someone suddenly reported to the authorities that a small official from the border committed suicide. We followed the clues and found solid evidence that this person was in collusion with the horse bandits."

Song Yanyi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and asked calmly, "Who is this person?"

"Jiang Ming, a little-known person, usually doesn't show off."

The official replied with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "But we have asked the bandits to identify his body, and they are certain that it was their accomplice."

Hearing this, Song Yanyi smiled grimly: "A small official who is insignificant dares to plan such a big case. He is quite courageous."

"This..." The official was speechless, obviously finding this incredible as well.

"It seems that someone behind the scenes wants to settle the matter peacefully and sacrifice him as a scapegoat."

Song Yanyi frowned slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, as if he saw through everything. It turned out that even the person behind the scenes would feel afraid?

"But Jiang Ming is dead and has no relatives. It would be very difficult to dig out clues from him..."

The official looked embarrassed.

"Everyone has weaknesses."

Song Yanyi interrupted him, his words revealing an unquestionable determination, "Why is he willing to die? He must have some ulterior motive. Immediately send more people to the border to thoroughly investigate all the people and things that have had anything to do with him. I must find the real culprit behind this."

He paused, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and continued: "Besides, since they have already thrown out a scapegoat, they must think they can rest easy and their vigilance will inevitably decrease. If they act again, we will wait and see. By then, the fox's tail will be exposed."

"Understood, my lord."

The official replied respectfully.

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Elsewhere, Qingshuixuan is as quiet as water.

"Madam, Miss Jiang is here to visit."

The voice of a maid broke the silence.

The eldest lady was slightly surprised at first, but then she reacted and hurriedly ordered, "Please invite Miss Jiang in."

Jiang Xuejun walked in gracefully, with a dignified manner, bowed lightly, and said in a soft voice: "Hello, aunt."

"Why did you think of visiting today?"

When the eldest lady saw her coming, she was delighted and pulled her to sit down affectionately.

Jiang Xuejun had a look of slight worry on her face: "I heard that the eldest son was robbed and injured..."

The inside story of Xie Xiuzhu and Xu Cuirong staying out all night was not leaked. The outside world only knew that the Xie family encountered thieves and lost some property. As for the fact that Song Yanyi was injured during the pursuit, it was only mentioned in a few brief words.

"Fortunately, there was no serious injury. The doctor said that he would recover after resting for half a month."

The eldest lady patted her hand gently to comfort her and said, "I'm sorry to have made you worry."

"That's good. I was really worried after hearing the news, so I took the liberty to come here. But there is a difference between men and women, so it is not convenient for me to visit the eldest master..."

At this point, Jiang Xuejun asked casually, "Young Master, do you need someone to take care of you right now?"

She naturally knew who was serving her. The Third Lady had already told her everything, and Xu and Cui Rongrong moved into Songhe Garden openly.