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

Cui Rongrong did not expect these soldiers to be so unscrupulous, and her fingers quietly clenched the self-defense knife in her sleeve.

"How dare you!" A slightly tired voice sounded.

When everyone heard the voice, they looked over and found that it was Cui Yunhe, who was well-known in the capital. They immediately put on a respectful expression: "It turned out to be Miss Cui Qi!"

Cui Yunhe coughed twice and sternly glanced at the officials: "While I am here, who dares to touch my elder sister?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the onlookers were all stunned.

Everyone had heard that Marquis Weiyuan had made great military achievements and that his eldest daughter had often followed the army. She was definitely not an ordinary woman, but we didn't expect her to be so beautiful and dignified.

"Miss Cui...?" The official was obviously shocked, and his arrogance immediately disappeared. He never expected that this was the eldest daughter of the Cui family who was currently enjoying the emperor's favor!

He quickly changed his words: "I apologize for the offense just now. Let them go immediately! Let them go quickly and let the Wen family's funeral procession pass."

Cui Rong looked at this sudden turn with a frown on her face.

Cui Yunhe coughed a few more times and said sternly, "Since you know you are wrong, why don't you leave immediately!"

The officials said yes repeatedly and left in a hurry.

Cui Rongrong was accustomed to this kind of bullying behavior and had no intention of pursuing it. Instead, she looked at Wen Yinyang standing aside.

Thinking of his future glory, she couldn't help but say: "Master Wen, it seems that no one will hinder you now. Please feel free to send Master Wen on his last journey."

Wen Yinyang gazed at the beautiful and otherworldly woman in front of him, and the gentle words "Lady Wen" were like a breeze on his face.

He was stunned.

Since the decline of the Wen family, who would dare to call the former Grand Tutor "Lord Wen"?

He opened his thin lips slightly and said softly, "Thank you."

Cui Rongrong smiled slightly, and dimples appeared faintly.

Wen Yinyang lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes.

Cui Yunhe was afraid that staying any longer would implicate the Wen family, so he quickly pulled Cui Rong away.

"Sister, even if you sympathize with the Wen family, you should not get too close to them..."

Looking at Cui Yunhe's worried look, Cui Rongrong smiled and said, "I know."

"Let's go to the rouge shop in the west of the city." Cui Yunhe suggested.

Cui Rongrong nodded in agreement.

After purchasing the rouge and returning to the Marquis' Mansion, Cui Rong was immediately arranged to dress up.

Tonight, the emperor held a banquet to celebrate Cui Min's victory, and Cui Rong, as his daughter, was naturally among the invited guests.

It was late at night when Cui Rong slowly drove into the palace in a carriage.

When we arrived outside the main hall, we were led to the women's hall by the eunuch in charge as men and women sat separately. Before we could even enter, we heard a burst of discussion.

"I heard that the Cui family's eldest daughter was throwing a tantrum in the street today, like a shrew."

"Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not as popular as His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince at the moment, he is still the future crown prince. How can he be paired with a country girl who grew up in a remote place? It is really inappropriate."

"In my opinion, the prince and our Miss Xian'er are a perfect match made in heaven."

"That's right. Miss Xian'er is now the most beautiful lady in the capital and a rare talent. The position of the Crown Princess should naturally be held by the most talented and knowledgeable person. How can a rough person from the border have the qualifications?"

"..."

Cui Rongrong raised her eyebrows slightly, and then she heard that very familiar voice: "Don't say anything more, this marriage was decided by the emperor himself. The emperor is wise, and Sister Cui and I are close friends. If Sister Cui hears you talking like this, she will misunderstand me..."

There was a dagger hidden in these words. If Cui Rong had not experienced Zhao Xianer's methods personally, she would have almost believed her hypocrisy.

In her previous life, she regarded her as a confidant, but she not only took away her husband, but also promoted the tragedy of the Cui family's annihilation.

A hint of coldness flashed across Cui Rong's brows, and she walked into the house.

As the eunuch called out her name, "The eldest daughter of the Cui family has arrived...", the eyes of the female relatives immediately focused on Cui Rong.

That enchanting and dazzling face made everyone gasp in surprise, especially the red dress which was particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Xian'er is the most beautiful woman in the capital, but she seems slightly inferior to Cui Rongrong when standing in front of her.

No one expected that this woman who grew up in the frontier would not be destroyed by the wind and sand, but instead would have a unique temperament.

"This is Cui Rong..." The female relatives were very surprised.

Zhao Xianer walked forward with a smile: "Hello, Sister Cui. You are even more beautiful now. I can hardly recognize you..."

Cui Rong turned her gaze slowly to Zhao Xianer.

That look seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, and Zhao Xian'er held her breath unconsciously.

Cui Rong smiled softly: "Sister Zhao is also good."

Zhao Xianer was speechless for a moment.

At this time, a voice came: "Your Highness, this is the women's room, please respect yourself!"

Then, a tall and handsome figure appeared among the female guests. It was the youngest Ninth Prince.

His eyes swept through everyone and finally stopped at Cui Rong: "Are you my sister-in-law?"

The frivolous call of "sister-in-law" startled everyone, and Zhao Xianer's smile froze instantly.

Cui Rongrong looked at His Highness the Ninth Prince, frowning slightly: "Please be careful with your words, His Highness the Ninth Prince."

The Ninth Prince laughed contemptuously and said, "Did I say something wrong? After you reach the age of marriage, won't you marry the Crown Prince?"

Cui Rong felt as if she had swallowed a fly.

If she were to marry Song Yanyi again, she would be worse off dead than alive.

At this moment, a voice suddenly interrupted: "Ninth brother, be careful with your words."

A clear voice was heard, and a figure in black walked into the room.

Everyone said that the prince was heroic, but as he walked closer, his eyes, as deep as the night, became unusually cold.

Although his face was pale, the blush in the corners of his eyes added a bit of devilish charm, and only his eyes revealed a majesty that could not be ignored.

Cui Rongrong felt the blood boiling in her body, roaring like a wild beast, and memories came flooding back like a tide.

Amid the infatuated gazes of the women, Song Yanyi's eyes suddenly fixed on Cui Rongrong.

Their eyes met.

The emotions surging in those eyes were shockingly strong.

Song Yanyi is only seventeen years old, but his eyes seem to be weathered and unfathomable.

Cui Rongrong suddenly felt the blood running cold all over her body.

As far as she could remember, she had only seen this look on Song Yanyi's face decades later.

In an instant, her blood seemed to freeze.

Cui Rong stood there in a daze, her thoughts in a mess.

Could it be that Song Yanyi was also reborn?

Her fingers dug into her flesh, and the slight pain made her suddenly sober up...

Having been reborn, she would never allow any mistakes to happen again, let alone go back to her old ways.

The deep gaze above his head lingered for a long time until a call interrupted their thoughts:

"Brother Royal."

The Ninth Prince bowed hastily, and Cui Rong also immediately averted her gaze.

He was the youngest and was the most afraid of his elder brother, the Crown Prince Song Yanyi. He had been arrogant and domineering just a moment ago, but now he was well-behaved and did not dare to act rashly again.

"My ninth brother is rude. Let me apologize to you on his behalf."

Song Yanyi restrained his expression and spoke politely, his eyes lightly sweeping over Cui Rongrong, deep and paranoid.

"No problem."