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

"Why are you so eager to get close to her? She is a legitimate girl with a noble status, while you are just a bastard's daughter. When she comes back, everyone's eyes will be focused on her, and you can only stand in the shadows. Why have I let you participate in poetry gatherings and shuttle among the dignitaries in the capital over the years? Isn't it because I hope you can find a good marriage, so that I can hold my head up high in the Cui Mansion in the future?"

Faced with her mother's questioning, Yunhe was about to open her mouth to refute, but was stopped by Song Xiaoniang's sharp gaze.

Those eyes turned the excuses on the tip of his lips into silent swallowing.

Yunhe understood deeply that any defiance would only lead to more severe scolding or endless complaints.

So she lowered her head and avoided her mother's almost tangible disappointment and accusations.

Choose to endure it silently, just like countless times in the past.

"Haven't we suffered enough these years? Yunhe, can you fight for us?"

There was a hint of helplessness in Song Xiaoniang's voice. She repeated her words with a heavy tone, "Mother knows that no matter how hard we try, you are not as good as her in status. Therefore, this winter hunt is an opportunity, an opportunity that you must seize firmly."

"Winter Hunting is a grand occasion where princes and nobles gather. If you can perform well, you might be able to attract the attention of the prince or the crown prince. At that time, your status in the Cui Mansion will also rise, and you won't have to bow your head anymore!"

Facing her mother's almost fanatical expectations, Yunhe said weakly: "Mom, please don't say anymore..."

Her plea was feeble and desperate.

Song Xiaoniang's emotions were like a flood that broke through a dam, out of control.

There was more and more excitement in his words, but he seemed completely unaware of the paleness gradually draining away from Yunhe's face.

"Everything I say, you must..."

However, her chatter was interrupted by a clear but decisive voice.

"Mrs. Song, you've been talking for so long, is your throat okay? Do you need to rest for a while?"

Cui Rong slowly walked out from behind the rockery, and the astonishment on the mother and daughter's faces froze in an instant.

The sunlight shone through the treetops, casting patches of light on her body.

Yunhe hurriedly looked up at this sudden savior, feeling mixed emotions, wondering how much her sister had heard.

She quickly stood up and tried to defend her mother's impulsiveness, her eyes full of anxiety and pleading.

"Sister, what mother said was unintentional. Please forgive her this time! If sister is angry about this, Yunhe is willing to take the punishment on mother's behalf. I only ask sister to calm down."

After saying this, she was about to kneel down to salute, but was gently held up by Cui Rong's gentle but firm hand.

Cui Rongrong's gaze was as cold as a star, piercing straight through the air and staring directly at Song Xiaoniang, with an implicit warning in her words.

"I can pretend that I didn't hear what you said just now, but if there is a next time, I hope that such a scene will not happen again. Yunhe is still young, and the important matter of choosing a life partner should be decided by herself, slowly, according to her own wishes."

She deliberately emphasized the word "myself", which hit the heart accurately.

This made Song Xiaoniang's body tremble and her face showed a complicated expression.

"Then, I'd better go back first. Let Yunhe stay with me tonight. We two sisters can have a good chat and talk about personal matters."

Faced with such a situation, Song Xiaoniang was extremely unwilling.

However, he could only glare at Yunhe fiercely, and finally left in disappointment, with a hint of haste in his steps.

After Song Xiaoniang's figure disappeared from sight, Cui Rongrong led Yunhe back to their courtyard.

She carefully instructed her maid Caiyun to add a warm quilt to the room and specially prepared a dinner enough for the two of them.

Then, she took Yunhe's hand and stepped into their safe haven together.

In the room, Cui Rongrong pulled her sister to sit on the soft cushion, then she turned around and closed the door gently.

She sat opposite Yunhe and gently noticed the redness in the corners of her sister's eyes.

She immediately took out the silk handkerchief she carried with her and gently wiped the tears that were about to fall.

Feeling her sister's delicate care, Yunhe's eyes became even moister.

The voice trembled slightly, with a hint of uncontrollable sobs.

"Sister, you heard everything, right?"

Cui Rongrong did not hide anything and nodded frankly.

"Yes, not long after you left, Miss Song's voice floated into my ears involuntarily. Now I understand why you suddenly changed your mood just now."

Hearing this, Yunhe subconsciously tightened the corner of her clothes, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly defended herself.

"I really never thought of leaving my sister's side, and I am not unhappy about her return. As for mother's arrangement, I..."

Before she could finish, Cui Rong gently interrupted her.

"I understand everything. There has never been a moment where I had any doubts or misunderstandings about you."

There was a deep meaning in her words, as if she had returned to the time when she had neglected her sister's feelings.

Now, her only wish is to let her sister be happy and worry-free, and freely grasp her own happiness.

"If you don't want to, no one can force you. As long as I'm here, I will never allow you to suffer the slightest injustice. Here, in front of me, you can let down all your defenses and be your true self."

"elder sister……"

The emotions that could no longer be suppressed burst out like a flood, Yunhe's tears welled up in her eyes, she covered her face with her hands, and sobbed softly.

When she was tired of crying, she fell into a deep sleep with a faint smile on her cheek.

Cui Rongrong gently covered her with the quilt and quietly left the room.

Standing outside the door, looking at the last rays of sunset in the sky, her eyes sparkled with incomparable determination. No matter what the future holds, she will protect this tranquility and beauty.

The winter hunting season quietly arrives on the frost-covered earth, bringing with it a chilly yet expectant atmosphere.

Cui Rongrong was wearing tight-fitting riding clothes that seemed to be tailor-made for her.

It not only outlines her slender and upright figure, but also adds a bit of boldness and heroism.

Her face looked even prettier against the backdrop of the cold winter. Even her younger sister Cui Yunhe couldn't help but admire her: "This outfit is tailor-made for me, so heroic and impressive. It's a perfect match!"

When Cui Rongrong heard this, a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

"When we get to the historic imperial mausoleum later, if I come across a cute and well-behaved animal, I will definitely hunt it and give it to you."

She promised, her words revealing her deep love for her sister.

Before he finished speaking, a hearty laugh came from outside the door. It was Cui Min's unique cheerfulness and open-mindedness.

His voice cut through the cold air.

"Xunrong, Yunhe, you two little ones, are you already eager to show off your skills in this winter?"