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

The girls present were shocked for a moment, and quickly stopped talking. They wondered in their hearts: Could it be that the two sisters have heard the discussion just now?

Cui Rongrong gently patted the back of Cui Yunhe's hand, who looked displeased, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She slowly looked around and said softly, "It seems that I am late. I have unexpectedly become the center of conversation among you all."

As Cui Rongrong stepped into the warm room, the light around her seemed to be attracted by her temperament and became slightly dimmer, making her presence even stronger.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhao Xian'er's face, but she quickly adjusted her mood and forced a smile: "My dear sisters, it was just an unintentional mistake. Sister Cui, please don't take it to heart. If there is really something wrong, the responsibility is mine. It's my fault for not arranging it properly. After all, I hosted this tea party, so it's reasonable for Sister Cui to be a little dissatisfied."

When she said this, her words began to tremble slightly, and there was a barely perceptible sob in her tone, as if she was the one who was hurt.

Cui Rongrong responded to Zhao Xianer with a smile that seemed gentle but was actually meaningful.

Whether in her past life or this life, her methods are always so direct and effective, never falling into clichés.

The noble ladies from the capital who were present already had some grudges against Zhao Xianer because of some of her actions.

Now, under Zhao Xianer's instigation, this dissatisfaction has become even worse.

Cui Rongrong maintained her gentle smile and asked softly, "Sister Zhao, what's wrong? Your eyes are red. No one blames you. Instead, you will make the sisters feel more uneasy and guilty."

"Don't be sad anymore. If people knew about this, they would probably make up some stories about the deep friendship between Sister Zhao and us sisters."

When Zhao Xianer heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She had never expected Cui Rongrong to react like this, as she was clearly the one being targeted!

She quickly stopped pretending to sob and looked at the girls around her, only to see that they all pursed their lips.

No more words were said, and it was obvious that dissatisfaction had quietly grown in his heart.

Realizing the change in the situation, Zhao Xian'er didn't dare to make any more fuss and quickly changed the subject, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Sister Cui, please sit down. The tea has been brewed and is warming on the fire. It's just right for this season."

"Oh, and here are some snacks I made myself. Paired with the hot tea by the stove, I believe it will be a pleasant time."

Cui Rongrong smiled without saying a word, and pulled Cui Yunhe to sit naturally on the soft mattress.

The maid placed the tea on the table carefully.

Cui Yunhe did not show much interest in the tea aroma in front of her. She leaned close to Cui Rongrong's ear and whispered, "Sister, the people here don't seem to welcome us. Why don't we go back early? Why should we endure this unnecessary cold reception here?"

Before stepping into the warm room, Cui Yunhe had already felt unhappy with the words of those noble ladies. If Cui Rongrong had not stopped her, she would have argued with them.

In her heart, her eldest sister is second only to her father, and no one should look down on her family like this.

Cui Rongrong smiled and acted indifferent: "Don't worry, don't you think it's interesting to observe their ulterior motives?"

She secretly looked at Zhao Xian'er and saw that she was trying hard to suppress her anger and put on a happy face.

He looked like a clown on stage trying hard to please the audience, which added a bit of drama to the scene.

Coincidentally, this is a good opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

Cui Rongrong nodded slightly, signaled her personal maid Caiyun to take out the gift prepared in advance and hand it to Zhao Xianer.

Zhao Xian'er was a little surprised when she saw the precious red fox fur, but she still managed to force a smile: "I am already honored that Sister Cui has come to visit me. Why did you spend so much money to bring me a gift?"

Cui Rongrong said with a smile: "I heard that Sister Zhao accidentally fell into the water last time. I have always been worried that you might have some sequelae. It just so happened that the furs obtained by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince from the winter hunt just arrived. I thought that I would not need such luxurious things, so I thought that Sister Zhao might like them, so I brought them specially for you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Xianer's gentle smile seemed to be frozen, instantly solidifying on her delicate face, and a barely perceptible haze flashed in her eyes.

Zhao Xianer gritted her teeth inwardly, her heart in turmoil. What exactly was Cui Rongrong's intention in saying this?

Was she trying to show everyone that even the gift Song Yanyi had carefully prepared was just something she could throw away, and would eventually become an unnecessary item that could be given to herself?

Her fingers were silently clenched into fists under the cover of her wide sleeves. Her sharp nails pierced into her soft palms, bringing a slight pain, which slightly eased her inner resentment.

The noble ladies around them, who were already dissatisfied and jealous of the interaction between the two, were now watching with great interest, with a gleam of gloating in their eyes.

In the minds of this group of people, the so-called sisterhood is nothing but a floating cloud in the wind, far less real and exciting than witnessing others being embarrassed and humiliated.

However, Cui Rong still maintained that gentle smile.

Her tone was gentle but seemed to contain a hint of sharpness: "Sister Zhao, please don't be polite to me. We have a deep affection for each other, just like real sisters. Please accept this small token of your heart."

Even though Zhao Xian'er was extremely reluctant, she could only suppress her emotions and put on a polite smile. She motioned the maid beside her to take the gift and murmured, "Thank you, Sister Cui..."

There was a subtle bitterness and stiffness in her voice, but Cui Rongrong seemed unaware of it.

He just picked up the teacup and sipped the fragrant tea leisurely with an elegant posture, completely ignoring the surging emotions around him.

The atmosphere in the warm room became subtle and tense because of this scene.

There was a hint of hostility in the look that Zhao Xianer gave Cui Rongrong.

Recalling the meeting by the river, she had originally planned a good show, intending to make Cui Rong embarrassed in public.

Unexpectedly, it backfired dramatically and made him lose face.

If she had not made prior arrangements to draw everyone's attention to her close relationship with Song Yanyi, the accidental fall into the water would probably have made her a complete laughing stock for everyone.

And now, in just a short period of time, Cui Rong made her feel embarrassed in front of everyone again.

If she doesn't get this debt settled, she will never be able to calm down.

So, Zhao Xian'er calmly gave the maid beside her a subtle look, and the maid understood and quietly stepped aside.

Then, Zhao Xianer suggested: "It would be too boring to just sit around the stove and chat. Why don't we compete in tea-making skills to see who has better skills?"