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

"Sister..." Cui Yunhe's eyes were moist and her heart was filled with gratitude.

The two sisters smiled at each other, and the carriage was filled with warmth and laughter as they drove all the way to the Cui family compound.

At the same time, in the deep hall of the imperial palace, Song Yanyi couldn't help but frown after listening to the report from the spy.

"How did Cui Rong feel when she left the Zhao Mansion?" he asked in a deep voice.

The spy recalled carefully, "At that time, when the eldest daughter of the Cui family and the seventh daughter left the Zhao residence, they looked very unhappy. They had suffered an injustice, and the pain in their hearts was beyond words."

Song Yanyi fell into deep thought, and after a moment he slowly said: "When people are wronged, what they desire most is understanding and comfort from others."

"I will go to visit her in person tomorrow and make sure she understands that my feelings are unwavering."

The spy quickly agreed: "The young lady will definitely feel your deep affection, Your Highness."

Song Yanyi said nothing more, he just hoped that his feelings could be truly felt by Cui Rong.

The next day, Cui Rong and Cui Yunhe were sitting around the fire.

While they were chatting and laughing, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, and Caiyun rushed in in a hurry...

"Miss, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived."

The maid spoke softly, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

Cui Rongrong frowned slightly, and immediately understood that Song Yanyi must have learned about the turmoil in the Zhao Mansion.

Her thoughts were stirred up, but on her face they turned into an imperceptible indifference.

On the side, Cui Yunhe saw her sister was silent, and the curiosity and concern in her heart were intertwined into a network, so she finally asked: "Sister, don't you plan to meet the Crown Prince?"

There was a hint of caution in his words, as if he was afraid of touching some sensitive nerves.

"It doesn't matter."

Cui Rongrong's response was brief and calm.

"Caiyun, go to the front hall and tell the prince to wait for a moment. I will go there immediately after I have prepared myself."

"Yes, girl."

The maid Caiyun answered meekly, took light steps, and her figure slowly disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

Cui Rong leisurely picked up the teacup, and the green tea soup swayed gently in the exquisite porcelain cup.

Her eyes seemed to penetrate the rising heat and look into the distant and unknown depths, as if she was completely unaware of the distinguished person waiting outside the door.

"Sister, since returning to Beijing, you seem to be avoiding His Royal Highness the Crown Prince intentionally or unintentionally."

Cui Yunhe asked in a whisper, her clear eyes full of unconditional trust and support for her sister. "Yunhe understands that you have your own considerations for everything you do. If you don't want to see me, I can ask the Crown Prince to leave on your behalf. After all..."

"As long as it's for my sister, Yunhe can do anything."

Facing her sister's sincere and passionate gaze, Cui Rong couldn't help but smile slightly, with a hint of helplessness and tenderness in her smile: "I will handle this matter myself, you don't have to get involved."

In the end, she has to resolve the complicated and tangled disputes between her and Song Yanyi on her own.

Despite the doubts in his heart, Cui Yunhe nodded obediently and sensibly stopped asking any more questions.

About half an hour later, when Song Yanyi finally saw Cui Rongrong who was late, he suppressed his displeasure in his heart, stood up, and with imperceptible tenderness and concern in his eyes, he quietly stared at the woman in front of him who made him feel uneasy.

"Cui Rongrong, I heard about the injustice you suffered in the Zhao Mansion yesterday."

His voice was calm, trying to smooth over the subtle gap between them.

Cui Rongrong forced a smile, but her words revealed a deliberate alienation: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is well-informed, so my little thing naturally did not escape your ears. But compared to my personal grievances, Your Highness should pay more attention to Miss Zhao's current predicament."

"Ms. Zhao is a delicate and weak woman, yet she has been betrayed by her loved ones. Her true suffering is probably far beyond my imagination."

Song Yanyi smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I have arranged for someone to send her some nourishing food, and told her to take good care of herself."

He changed the subject and looked at Cui Rong with deep eyes: "But in comparison, I am more worried about your safety. I heard that you were innocently accused of poisoning Xian'er and suffered a great injustice. If you want, you can talk to me."

Cui Rongrong's face was indifferent, but her tone was firm: "The innocent are innocent, so how can you say that you are wronged? I appreciate your kindness, Your Highness. I am fine. Please don't worry about me. If you have time, why not go and see Miss Zhao? Maybe your visit can make her condition better."

Song Yanyi pursed his lips, clearly sensing the intention of leaving from the other party's words.

Although there was nothing wrong with ordering his mother to investigate Cui Rongrong's background, the vague guilt and uneasiness in his heart never completely dissipated.

His eyes flickered slightly, and there was an imperceptible tenderness in his voice: "I'll find a suitable time."

"Do you still remember that when we were little, we practiced martial arts together under the guidance of General Cui. The general was very strict with us. Whenever you were exhausted and could no longer continue, you would always secretly glance at me and say that seeing me would give you courage again. Now that I think about it, that time is really nostalgic."

Cui Rongrong didn't evade the question and said frankly, "That's true. At that time, the Zhao family's sisters often brought us delicious cakes, and most of them were the flavors that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince preferred."

"Since we were childhood sweethearts, Your Highness the Crown Prince should go and visit Miss Zhao as soon as possible. I have some excellent tonic herbs here, and I wanted to personally deliver them to help her recover soon, but in the situation yesterday, it was not appropriate for me to be there. Therefore, I can only trouble Your Highness the Crown Prince to do it for me."

Before Song Yanyi could react, Cui Rong had already skillfully and resolutely ended the topic. With just a few words, she cleverly sent him out of the mansion.

Song Yanyi stood outside the vermilion gate of the Cui Mansion in the morning light.

He tightly grasped the exquisite supplement box in his hand, his brows furrowed, and complex emotions surged in his eyes.

The cold morning breeze blew past his face, bringing with it a hint of early winter chill, and seemed to slightly blow away the irritability and anger in his heart.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the rolling clouds above the mansion, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Then he stuffed the supplement to the silent guard beside him without hesitation.

The moment the guard took it, a look of understanding flashed across his eyes. Knowing that his prince was furious, he tactfully remained silent and followed closely behind him.

The outline of the carriage gradually became clear in the morning light, and Song Yanyi stepped on it.

Once you sit firmly in the car, the noise around you will be blocked out by the thick curtains.