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

Zhang Wen remained silent, his eyes lowered to the razor in his hand that carried countless stories, but his heart was surging with twists and turns.

All of this was watched silently by Cui Rong who was standing by.

She turned around and prepared to leave when her personal maid Caiyun asked in confusion, "Miss, are we not going to choose leather anymore?"

Cui Rong smiled calmly and replied, "I didn't find anyone I like today, so why not try again another day?"

Her words were calm but with a hint of determination.

She knew very well that this communication with Zhang Wen would not fall on deaf ears, because Zhang Wen had his own considerations in mind.

At this moment, she was willing to give Zhang Wen enough space and time. After all, some things cannot be rushed.

After returning to the magnificent Cui Mansion, Cui Rong had just sat down when the lively and lovely Cui Yunhe rushed in with an exquisite invitation in her hand: "Sister, Sister Zhao sent an invitation to invite us to her tea party."

As he spoke, he respectfully presented the invitation.

Cui Rongrong unfolded it and a barely perceptible coldness flashed in her eyes.

Zhao Xianer's guest list for this banquet obviously included many famous ladies in Beijing.

"When did you receive it?" Cui Rongrong asked casually.

"About half an hour ago, the little girl who delivered the letter said that Sister Zhao wanted to invite the noble daughters in the city to taste the newly picked winter tea. Sister's visit will surely enhance our friendship."

Cui Yunhe answered obediently, full of anticipation.

"Should we go, sis?"

Cui Yunhe asked tentatively. She knew very well the friendship between her sister and Zhao Xianer, but since returning to Beijing, the two had obviously become distant, especially regarding the rumors about Song Yanyi and Zhao Xianer.

It made her vaguely feel that it would be reasonable for her sister to choose not to go.

What confused her even more was why this pair of friends, who were once as close as sisters, gradually drifted apart?

Just as Cui Yunhe was struggling in her heart, Cui Rongrong had already given the answer, and her tone was firm: "Sister Zhao is so thoughtful, how can I not go? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of her kindness?"

These words surprised Cui Yunhe a little. She looked at her sister's expression carefully, but found that her sister's face was normal, without any force at all.

"I thought my sister would refuse. After all, there are rumors about the relationship between my sister from the Zhao family and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

Cui Yunhe's words came to an abrupt end, but Cui Rongrong had already seen through her sister's unfulfilled meaning, and she smiled slightly.

Cui Rongrong chuckled softly, her voice gentle yet firm: "It's just some rumors in the market, they will disappear with the wind, why should we worry about it and let it disturb our peace?"

Cui Yunhe, who was standing by, saw her sister's calm attitude and the worries in her heart seemed to be dispelled, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Then should we prepare some gifts to show our appreciation? Going to the Zhao family's tea party empty-handed seems impolite and will easily give others a handle."

Cui Yunhe suggested, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Cui Rongrong gently patted the back of her sister's hand, a confident smile appeared on her lips, "Don't worry about the gifts, I will take care of everything."

However, she had already made plans in her mind. She knew the purpose behind Zhao Xianer's tea party very well.

She had been secretly preparing for the so-called "special" gift for a long time, determined to gain the upper hand in this silent competition.

At the first light of the next morning, Cui Rong stood up gracefully and walked to her dressing table.

Caiyun, the skillful maid, began to dress her up with delicate movements.

After some simple makeover, Cui Rong put on a turquoise dress. On the hem of the skirt, intricate and exquisite patterns were outlined with gold threads, which sparkled in the morning light.

It contrasts beautifully with her snow-white skin, making her skin look as delicate as silk and her face appear pure and elegant.

Caiyun carefully inserted a crystal jade hairpin into Cui Rongrong's shiny black hair, her eyes wandering around with admiration: "Young lady is getting more and more beautiful. I'm afraid that this look will make the spring flowers in the capital feel ashamed!"

Cui Rongrong smiled gently when she heard this. "Caiyun, your little mouth is getting sweeter. It's getting late. We should set off. Don't keep Yunhe waiting for too long."

The two sisters walked lightly out of the gate of Cui Mansion and saw Cui Yunhe leaning against the carved carriage.

She had a graceful figure. When she saw the newcomer, her eyes suddenly lit up. She quickly stepped forward and took Cui Rong's arm, saying, "Sister, the way you dress today makes you look like a fairy from a painting! You will definitely silence those gossipers."

Cui Rong gently tapped her sister's small nose, her eyes full of doting and smiles: "You only know how to make me happy. Okay, get in the car, don't keep others waiting."

When we arrived at the Zhao Mansion, the carriage stopped steadily outside the grand gate, and maids had been waiting there for a long time.

He led the two of them through the winding and deep corridors, step by step into the exquisite gardens of the Zhao Mansion, and headed towards the warm room in the backyard.

Before I even stepped over the threshold, I could faintly hear the women's whispers, either contemptuous or jealous, passing through the door and clearly audible.

"If it were me, I would stay at home and not go out, so as to avoid being embarrassed and laughed at by others!"

"That's right. Sister Xian'er and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are a match made in heaven. If that little girl from the Cui family had any self-awareness, she would have known better and canceled the engagement."

"You're still nowhere to be seen. I'm afraid you've been scared by all those rumors. I'm sorry to come here!"

Cui Rongrong raised her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes, but she heard Zhao Xianer say in a tone that seemed sincere but actually contained a hidden meaning: "Sisters, it's wrong to say that. Rumors stop at the wise, how can you believe them? Whether Sister Cui is present or not, my friendship with her will remain unchanged."

"Besides, I set up this tea party today in the hope of helping Sister Cui integrate into the social circle of the capital more quickly. If these nonsense make her feel disappointed and she becomes estranged from me in the future, wouldn't that go against my original intention?"

After Zhao Xianer finished speaking, the atmosphere in the air became more subtle.

There was a hint of subtle worry and sincerity in Zhao Xianer's voice.

The girls present seemed to sense her warmth and sincerity. They gathered around her and comforted her, saying, "You are so kind-hearted. Your family background, talent, and appearance are all better than hers. Why is it that she was able to gain the emperor's favor, marry into the East Palace, and enjoy the supreme glory? You should know that Xian'er, you are also..."

Before one of the noble ladies finished speaking, someone else suggested, "If you are really confused, why don't you go directly to the palace and ask the emperor for clarification?"

At this moment, Cui Rongrong took her sister Cui Yunhe's hand and walked into the warm room. The appearance of the two changed the atmosphere in the room.