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

Sensing the subtle change in the atmosphere, Cui Rong looked at Song Yanyi in confusion and asked, "Why did you suddenly come here?"

Song Yanyi asked back, "Can't I come and see my fiancée?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction and jealousy in his words.

Faced with such inexplicable emotional fluctuations, Cui Rong felt both amused and at a loss, silently complaining in her heart: Where does this male chauvinism come from!

Then I heard the man complaining in a low voice: "You are amazing. You can have such a good chat with a foreign man!"

Cui Rongrong tried to explain: "I just said hello to an old friend."

However, this did not calm the former down. He stopped, turned around and asked coldly: "Is that all? Don't think I don't know what happened!"

Feeling the tense atmosphere in the air, the girl had no choice but to respond: "What other reasons could there be? Are you worrying too much?"

As I said this, my eyes accidentally met the other person's bright eyes. I couldn't help but recall the sudden and extremely passionate kiss in the tent at noon. I suddenly felt my heart beating as fast as a drum.

Seeing her shy look, Song Yanyi felt a little better and spoke in a gentler tone: "The mountain wind is quite cold at night, and your body is still very weak. I'm afraid you can't bear it, right?"

The sudden concern made Cui Rongrong stunned for a moment before she reacted: "Well... I do feel a little chilly."

She bit her lips lightly, her cheeks becoming even redder than before.

"Call someone over!"

The maid came over upon hearing the sound and brought a snow-white and warm rabbit fur shawl. Song Yanyi took it and helped his sweetheart put it on himself, and carefully fastened the buttons one by one.

"Since I'm passing by, I brought you something to keep you warm from the cold."

Seeing her nod in thanks, the man slowly continued the topic, "The hunting activity is over, there will be a banquet tonight to celebrate, and we will return home tomorrow morning."

Thinking of the ranking that someone had mentioned before, Cui Rongrong asked about it out of curiosity.

"Who's number one?"

"Wang Zhi, the current deputy commander of the Imperial Guards."

There was a hint of pride behind his brief answer, "He was the person I promoted back then."

Cui Rong couldn't help but marvel at this and then asked, "Is this the legend of a commoner who rose to become a hero? It's incredible! I wonder if I can meet this mysterious person at the celebration banquet?"

"Maybe."

Song Yanyi replied calmly, his eyes full of confidence in the results of his plan.

"The Jiang family has now fallen apart, and the position left by them has been vacant for a long time. All the major forces are eager to fill the vacant position. Wang Zhi performed brilliantly this time, and he will undoubtedly join the competition."

At this point, Cui Rong's curiosity was aroused again, "It's amazing that a grassroots person can grow up to be such an outstanding talent. What kind of person is he? I hope to see it with my own eyes at the upcoming celebration..." He glanced at her coldly, and his eyes seemed to be frosty, which made people shiver involuntarily.

His voice was a little chilly, like the north wind in winter, piercing people's hearts: "Are you interested in him?"

"..."

Her answer was drowned in silence, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air.

Shortly after returning to the camp, we suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance, coming closer and closer like thunder.

Everyone looked up and saw a group of warriors on war horses galloping from the horizon, raising billowing dust. Their flags fluttered in the wind. The bright red and yellow colors shone in the sunlight, appearing particularly dazzling.

In the front was a man in his early forties with a full beard. He looked extremely tall and strong, especially his eyes, which were as sharp and ruthless as an eagle's, which made people feel afraid.

Cui Rongrong looked at the person who came, with a flash of surprise and confusion in her eyes: "Who on earth is this person? Such a grand ceremony, so high-profile and ostentatious."

There was a mixture of curiosity and slight uneasiness in her words.

However, Song Yanyi's expression beside him became slightly tense, and he did not seem to welcome the person who was about to appear.

"It's the King of Zhennan."

He said that his words were short but contained complex emotions.

In the blink of an eye, the visitor had arrived in front of them. Zhennan Wang Chao glanced over here and quickly jumped off his horse. A heroic laugh then rang out, echoing throughout the entire camp.

"Master Xiao Song!"

Every word is full of strength and confidence.

However, facing such a noble and powerful person, Song Yanyi still maintained proper courtesy and returned the greeting by bowing his hands: "Did your Highness just return to the capital today?"

There is a subtle vigilance hidden in the politeness.

The King of Zhennan stopped laughing, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "That's right."

After a pause, he continued, "I remember that you were just a young boy when I last saw you. Now you have not only grown up, but you can also stand on your own. It's really cause for celebration!"

The last sentence seemed to sound a bit sarcastic.

Although he was stationed in the provinces for a long time, the King of Zhennan still had a clear grasp of the changes in the capital.

Especially after the recent setbacks suffered by King Jin and King Xuan, Song Yanyi has gradually become one of the core figures of power.

"It sounds like you feel that age is not forgiving anymore."

The provocation in the other party's words was obvious, and Song Yanyi responded with a cold expression.

The smile gradually faded from the face of this powerful prince, replaced by a gloomy look.

Then, his attention shifted to the beautiful woman standing quietly beside him.

He just chuckled, "I guess this must be the daughter of the Ding'an Marquisate who is said to be so beautiful that countless heroes would seduce her. No wonder you would go against family traditions and pursue her at all costs."

These words obviously touched a soft part deep in Song Yanyi's heart. His eyes immediately became sharper, and he said word by word: "In my opinion, instead of interfering in other people's private affairs, it is better to pay more attention to your own future. If you are not careful in doing things, it is easy to backfire~" After that, he looked directly at the other party, without giving in.

These words were like an invisible sword piercing his heart, and King Zhennan suddenly felt an inexplicable chill running up his spine to the top of his head.

Seeing the worried look of the woman beside him, Song Yanyi simply took her hand and prepared to leave.

As the two figures gradually disappeared from sight, an old general with a dark face and an even gloomier expression was left standing there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

"Your Highness, I didn't expect that young man would dare to speak like that..." The guard who followed beside him complained in a low voice, his tone full of indignation.

After walking a few steps, Cui Rongrong felt the oppressive feeling in the air gradually thinning, and then she gently asked the man beside her, "The prince just now gave people a very majestic and arrogant feeling. What happened?"

Although the voice was gentle and peaceful, it was also full of doubt.