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

Almost at the same time, the Prince of Zhennan on the other side also stood up and saluted and reported: "Your Majesty, I am very tired after traveling for days. I would like to return to the camp to rest for a while. Please allow me."

After getting permission, he turned and walked out the door.

He happened to meet Minister Song Yanyi who was also preparing to leave.

"Master Xiao Song."

Prince Zhennan greeted him with a happy smile on his face.

The latter simply exchanged a few pleasantries and then hurried into the hall.

At this moment, Cui Rong had just finished eating the last piece of fragrant roasted lamb and was savoring a small glass of wine in an attempt to remove the greasy feeling in her mouth.

Seeing Song Yanyi coming back, he immediately raised his wine glass to show him.

"Look, this thing is really great!"

Seeing the girl's blushing face, as tempting as a ripe apple, the young man couldn't help but frowned: "Do you know how long you have been drinking now?"

"Two...two cups."

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol that made her speak with a rare gentleness.

How can you drink two large cups in a row from such a big cup?

Song Yanyi immediately realized the problem, and immediately reached out to snatch the wine glass from her hand and signaled the waiter to bring her a bowl of warm and refreshing tea.

"You don't usually drink much, why are you drinking like water today?"

His voice revealed worry and anger that could not be concealed.

“Because it’s sweet.”

She licked her lips, still intoxicated by the wonderful taste and unwilling to let go.

When their eyes met, looking at the twinkling lights in the other's moist and bright eyes, his mood suddenly became very complicated.

“But that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want.”

He tried to make his tone sound gentle.

"You're here with me."

Cui Rong muttered in a low voice.

Hearing this, I didn't know how to respond for a moment.

After calming down, he continued: "I was right beside you just now?"

Hearing this, the woman suddenly became a little annoyed: "Didn't you say you would be back soon?"

The sudden accusation startled him a little, but he immediately calmed down and gently lifted her chin with his hand and asked seriously: "Do you think you have the right to act like a spoiled brat in front of me?"

Faced with the doubt, Cui Rongrong did not show any weakness and glared at him and retorted: "Why can you be angry with me but not me?"

The veins on his forehead were faintly visible, and the young man seemed to be irritated: "Cui Rongrong, do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are drunk? Believe it or not, I will..."

But before she could finish her words, she suddenly reached out her hand, forcefully pulled away the fingers that were tightly pinching her cheek, and then fell into his arms, her soft face gently resting against his neck and rubbing it, the warm breath conveying warmth to each other through their skin.

This sudden and intimate contact made the young man almost forget to breathe. He held her arm tightly and felt a slight tremor. He quickly glanced around to make sure no one noticed the situation here.

He lowered his voice and confirmed again: "Is this really appropriate?"

After hearing the name, the girl closed her eyes comfortably and called out lazily: "Song Yanyi..." Even though she was drunk, she still called out the man's name accurately.

Seeing her so cute, I couldn't help but feel pity for her: "Anything else you want? Do you want me to stop talking for a while?"

She narrowed her eyes and said seriously, "I hate hearing you say this the most."

This sentence was like a knife stabbing into his heart, and he almost gritted his teeth. He could only yell in a low voice: "Xu Cui Rongrong!"

The girl, still in a daze, continued to mutter, "It would be best if I never heard your voice again."

Her voice was full of fatigue and helplessness, as if she had been holding this sentence in her heart for a long time.

A hint of annoyance flashed across the girl's eyes, and then she fell into an even deeper sleep.

He actually began to despise himself and cursed himself for becoming deaf-mute?

These words made Song Yanyi, who was standing aside, feel furious. His face was already as gloomy as the thick ink in the middle of the night because of all the unpleasant things that happened tonight, but due to the current situation, it was inconvenient for him to vent his anger, so he had to force himself to suppress it.

Then he took his leave to the emperor and helped the drunk man away from the table.

When he went out and tried to pick up the person in his arms, he encountered strong resistance.

"I can walk on my own! You don't need to take advantage of me!"

Although the girl's words contained some provocation, one could also hear a hint of powerlessness in her weak voice.

At this moment, Song Yanyi's temples were throbbing, and his patience was almost exhausted, but he still tried to remain calm and asked: "Can you walk alone?"

She snorted, forced her heavy eyes open, and staggered to prove to this man - I can do it!

Looking at the thin figure stumbling forward, Song Yanyi couldn't help but take a deep breath to suppress the emotions that were about to explode, and then followed closely behind to protect her safety.

Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, she collided head-on with a palace maid who was running out of the palace in a hurry. With a scream of pain and a sound of breaking, the wine tray in the little girl's hand fell to the ground.

The glass fragments scattered on the marble floor were flashing a dazzling cold light, mixed with a few relatively intact wine glasses and broken ceramic pots.

Seeing this, Song Yanyi's face changed slightly. He immediately stepped forward and carefully checked whether the other party was injured, and asked, "Are you injured anywhere?"

The young maid who was knocked to the ground immediately knelt down at his feet, her face pale with fear, and she apologized repeatedly, "Please forgive me, I deserve to die!"

He breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that there were no obvious external injuries.

Just as the two were about to leave, the half-awake woman beside them suddenly squatted down and picked up one of the items - an empty wine glass, and sniffed it a few times, with a hint of doubt between her brows.

“This cup...

There seems to be a problem.”

She spoke slowly, and turned to Song Yanyi and whispered, "I think there might be something fishy going on here."

Hearing this, his expression became serious again.

After all, such a thing happening at a banquet hosted by the highest authority himself cannot be ignored.

So he quickly asked the little maidservant who was still bowing her head and listening: "Whose master do you serve? Why are you so careless!"

I thought I could get a logical answer, but I didn't expect the girl to panic and say, "Your Excellency, I am actually a subordinate of Princess Xuan..."

This news made the two of them alert instantly.

Cui Rong opened her eyes wide and looked at the man beside her and said nervously: "Not good, the situation may be more complicated than I imagined."

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Song Yanyi immediately turned around and ordered his subordinate Qing'an to find Su Yan and convey the latest information to him; then they left the little maid who kept kowtowing and begging for forgiveness and hurried towards the campsite.