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

He said as he strode into the room.

The two sisters smiled at each other and answered in unison: "Father, we are ready to go at any time."

Outside the door, a beautifully decorated carriage was waiting for their arrival.

Cui Min smiled and urged, "Don't keep the royal carriage waiting for too long. Our winter hunt today is a big show that cannot be missed."

He especially said to Cui Rongrong: "Rongrong, today is a good opportunity to show your true strength."

Cui Rongrong nodded heavily, she was well aware of the responsibilities and expectations she shouldered.

Just returned to the capital, it is a critical moment to demonstrate the family's strength, and winter hunting is undoubtedly the perfect stage.

Following an order, the huge team set off, traveling all the way in a dusty manner, and finally arrived at the hunting ground outside the imperial city.

Cui Rongrong and Cui Yunhe were sitting side by side in the carriage, and she glanced sideways inadvertently.

With sharp eyes, he instantly caught sight of Zhao Xianer not far away.

Although Zhao Xian'er has gradually recovered after careful nursing, the snowstorm and the experience of falling into the water that day undoubtedly left hidden dangers to her body.

However, in Cui Rong's view, the sufferings in this world are insignificant compared to the thrilling experiences she had in her previous life.

The moment she looked away, her attention was attracted by Wen Yinyang who was deliberately avoiding the crowd.

There was a kind of persistence in his eyes, firmly fixed on a certain focus.

Cui Rongrong was curious, so she narrowed her eyes slightly and looked in the direction he was looking.

I saw Song Yanchen having a conversation with His Majesty the Emperor.

This scene made her realize in her heart that the unresolved knot between Song Yanchen and Wen Yinyang was probably much more complicated than it seemed on the surface.

While talking in a low voice with Cui Yunhe, Cui Rongrong kept an eye on the figures of Song Yanyi and Song Yanchen who were slowly ascending the platform following the emperor, and she was thinking about all the possibilities in her mind.

The emperor had a kind smile on his face. He looked around and said in a warm and powerful voice, "The first snow this year is a good omen for a good harvest, and the winter hunt is held at this time. The first winner will receive my promise that one of his wishes will come true."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an undercurrent of excitement among the crowd. This reward could be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai. The key lies in how to grasp it.

"Your Majesty, I thank you for your kindness!"

Although everyone responded in unison verbally, they each had their own calculations in their hearts.

The emperor's smiling eyes fell on Song Yanyi and Song Yanchen.

His words revealed his special expectations for the two of them: "I am particularly looking forward to your performance."

This is not only the father's expectation for his son, but also an important test of their abilities.

Amid the twists and turns of the court, who can fully guess the emperor's mind?

The two princes understood what was meant, and reached a tacit consensus with just a subtle exchange of glances. Then they calmly withdrew their gazes and expressed their opinions: "I will do my best to live up to your expectations."

The emperor nodded with satisfaction, patted the two men on the shoulders, then slowly walked down the platform, leaving them a vast stage.

"Your Highness's riding and archery skills are unmatched. I hope Your Highness will show some mercy in the competition."

There was a hint of half-truth and half-false joking in Song Yanchen's words.

"Sixth brother, you are joking. I have been practicing in the imperial mausoleum these days, and my riding and archery skills have long been rusty. I should be the one asking for mercy."

Cui Rongrong's brother responded modestly, and after some polite exchanges, everyone dispersed and made final preparations.

Cui Rong stood up and gave her sister some instructions again. Then she walked steadily towards Song Yanchen and performed a formal ceremony: "Greetings, Sixth Prince. Cui Rong has been waiting here for a long time."

Song Yanchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and carefully looked at the woman in front of him who was obviously well prepared: "Miss Zhao looks confident, as if she can't wait for today's winter hunt."

In addition to teasing, his tone was more of admiration for Cui Rong.

Cui Rongrong raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not answer directly. She said firmly: "I have been thinking about competing with the Sixth Prince in the winter hunt for a long time. Now I finally have the chance, and I will try my best. Only in this way can I prove that I am capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Sixth Prince and sharing the glory."

When Song Yanchen heard this, he felt an indescribable joy in his heart, and the haze that had accumulated due to trivial matters before seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"Miss Zhao has been practicing martial arts under the influence of General Cui since she was a child. She is very skilled in martial arts. Perhaps I am not as good as her. As for winning or losing, I will do my best and there will be no regrets."

He spoke modestly, but his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Cui Rongrong raised her lips to a gentle smile and exchanged a few insignificant family chats with Song Yanchen.

But as her eyes moved inadvertently, they swept across the crowd and locked onto Wen Yinyang not far away.

She keenly sensed that Wen Yinyang was secretly preparing to strike.

Once the winter hunt begins, she decides to be Wen Yinyang's solid backing.

Helping him is also paving the way for yourself. This hunt is not only a contest of strength, but also a game of human hearts.

On the other side, Zhao Xianer followed Song Yanyi closely, although the latter occasionally responded.

But that absent-mindedness made Zhao Xianer feel a chill in her heart.

With a casual glance, she saw Cui Rongrong and Song Yanchen talking side by side.

There is an imperceptible tacit understanding and intimacy flowing in the picture.

She deliberately raised her voice and said in mock surprise, "Brother Yanyi, did you see that? When did Sister Cui become so familiar with the Sixth Prince?"

While speaking, he tried to attract Song Yanyi's attention.

Song Yanyi remained silent. In fact, he had already noticed the extraordinary interaction between the two without Zhao Xianer's reminder.

Recalling her past life, Cui Rong was wholeheartedly assisting him, and her interactions with Song Yanchen were limited to verbal sparring.

But now, they had inadvertently established a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, which made him feel uneasy.

Looking at the elegant smile on Cui Rongrong's face, Song Yanyi's heart seemed to be pierced by needles. He secretly clenched his fists, left Zhao Xianer behind, and strode towards the two people, determined to intervene.

Song Yanchen and Cui Rongrong were unaware of this and their conversation continued.

"What is the deep meaning of what Miss Zhao said in the palace?"

Song Yanchen's face looked stern, and his words were full of inquiry.

Cui Rong just smiled and said nothing, and asked: "So, Sixth Prince, will you choose to believe or doubt?"

Faced with such an answer, Song Yanchen did not give an answer immediately.

Her words sounded unbelievable at first, but he knew very well that in the palace, every tiny piece of information could contain hidden secrets.

So he quickly made arrangements and ordered his personal guards to secretly investigate Lord Zhou and not miss any possibility.

His confidence came from his previous accurate judgments, but the solid evidence brought back by the guards shocked him.

There is indeed an unknown collusion between Lord Zhou and Song Yanyi!

After a calm analysis, he decisively eliminated this hidden danger, and the disappearance of Lord Zhou remained an unsolved mystery to the outside world.