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

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment. His voice was low and majestic. He said, "Give orders to closely monitor all of Rong's actions. No matter how big or small, report them to me."

The guard responded with a respectful and cautious tone, "Yes, Your Highness. May I ask if Your Highness is going back to the palace?"

Hearing this, Song Yanyi narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the medicine box in the guard's hand again, his face becoming more serious: "Change the route to Zhao Mansion."

After he finished speaking, the car fell into silence, with only the slight sound of wheels rolling over the cobblestone road being heard.

This decision was not an easy one, and Song Yanyi was extremely reluctant to make it. After all, the Zhao family was a staunch supporter of his political career, and they had spoken up for him in the court many times against all odds.

However, things had come to this point, and he had no choice but to go to the Zhao family in person, both for political reasons.

It was also to show his attitude and determination to the Zhao family and Cui Rongrong.

He has no guilt in his heart and does not need anyone to interfere.

With a deep sigh, Song Yanyi temporarily put aside his chaotic thoughts.

He reached out and gently closed the curtain, signaling the driver to drive in the direction of Zhao's house.

The carriage returned to calm, but his heart was surging.

I knew Cui Rong very well in my previous life, but in this life, I feel that she has become more and more elusive. This doubt and uneasiness follows me like a shadow, lingering in my heart.

As the night deepened, inside Cui's mansion, Cui Rong was wearing a tight nightgown as black as the night sky.

He jumped out of the window lightly, his figure as agile as a civet cat in the dark night.

The moonlight shining on her body added a bit of mystery to this secret journey.

Her goal was to discuss Zhang Wen's next plan with Lin Yuanming.

He ran through the streets and alleys at such a fast speed that he left behind only a vague shadow.

Just as she was concentrating on moving forward, a vague feeling of uneasiness suddenly came over her. It seemed that in addition to her loyal secret guard Tianlang, there was also a pair of invisible eyes in the dark, staring at her closely.

Cui Rong's eyes were sharp, and she calmly gave Tian Lang a subtle gesture.

Then, she turned around and instantly disappeared into the deep night.

The follower obviously did not expect her to have such a quick reaction. He stood there in a daze for a moment. When he reacted and wanted to catch up, he found that there was only the silent night around him. Cui Rong seemed to be swallowed up by the night, and there was no trace of her.

The pursuit was thwarted, he thought for a moment and decided to return to the palace to report to Song Yanyi, but unexpectedly when he turned around.

A fierce fist whizzed towards him, almost brushing past his face.

In a moment of danger, he quickly jumped back to avoid the situation, his guard suddenly increased, and he asked, "Who is it?"

The shadow called Sirius did not answer, but frowned, as if he had no good impression of this uninvited guest.

At this moment, Cui Rong's cold and somewhat sarcastic voice sounded from behind him: "I should ask you."

The follower suddenly turned around and saw Cui Rong looking at him coldly, holding a delicate dagger with a majestic look.

He hastily drew his weapon and tried to resist, but in a moment, he smelled a strange fragrance, and his limbs immediately became weak, and he fell straight back.

At the critical moment, Tianlang acted in time and caught the fallen man steadily.

The two of them landed lightly without making any sound.

Cui Rong slowly walked up to the man, gracefully uncovered his face, and looked at him with a cold and sharp gaze: "Tell me, why did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ask you to follow me?"

Faced with the questioning, the body of the secret guard trembled unconsciously, and he did not dare to look Cui Rong in the eye, but still said stubbornly: "You have the wrong person, I am not the Crown Prince's man."

A disdainful smile appeared on Cui Rong's lips, and her mind was as clear as a mirror.

She knew everything about Song Yanyi's secret guards, these shadow-like guards.

They were all selected and strictly trained by her, and their every move could not escape her eyes.

Thinking of everything that happened with Song Yanyi in her past life, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

The secret guard in front of him is one of the old ministers who has accompanied Song Yanyi for many years. He is involved in many secret matters, so his identity is naturally self-evident.

Cui Rongrong put away her smile and said in a cold tone, "If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knew that I had captured you, what would be the consequences? I'm afraid you know better than me."

There was a threat in her words, as if the cruel scenes of punishment had already emerged, making people shudder.

The secret guard's face turned as pale as paper in an instant. Although fear filled his heart, he still chose to remain silent.

Cui Rong seemed neither anxious nor impatient, and slowly took out a small white porcelain bottle from her sleeve.

The mouth of the bottle is slightly open, and it seems that there is some unknown secret inside.

The afterglow of the corner of his eye swept across it gently, and a hint of suspicion immediately flashed across his eyes.

At this moment, Cui Rongrong seemed to have read his mind and said softly, "What is sealed inside is the rare Seven Wounds Pill in the world. Once taken by mistake, your internal organs will suffer from excruciating pain, and the boundary between life and death will be blurred. You will neither be able to live nor die."

After saying this, she paused for a moment, a mysterious smile forming at the corner of her mouth: "As for the antidote, I'm the only one in the world who can provide it."

The unspoken words surged like an undercurrent, indicating a choice: obey and avoid physical pain, otherwise, there will be only endless pain and torture ahead.

These words were like a sharp blade, gently cutting through the dark guard's heart.

The guard's inner defense wavered slightly, but years of training made him grit his teeth and forcefully utter, "This is just wishful thinking on your part. General Cui and Miss Cui have just returned to the capital, and there have been so many secret spying and surveillance. How could Miss Cui conclude that I must be the Crown Prince's man?"

"Besides, the lives of us secret guards are worthless. If Miss Cui really wants to take my life, I will die bravely without any regrets."

He straightened his back, his eyes flashing with determination to face death, and looked at Cui Rong steadily.

The latter simply chuckled, with an elusive meaning in his laughter.

This added a bit of confusion to the secret guard's mind.

Before he could react, Cui Rong moved quickly and accurately.

He instantly removed his chin protection and stuffed the small pill into his mouth without any hesitation.

The secret guard struggled to spit it out, but found that the pill dissolved immediately once it came into contact with water.

Colorless and tasteless, it invaded his body silently.

Cui Rong watched coldly, her tone calm but every word weighing a lot: "You have two choices: either confess honestly or wait for the drug to take effect. No one will be able to relieve the pain until the end of your life."

"Think slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Her words seemed to come from far away, cold and distant.

She stood quietly by the side, and the secret guard's face began to become anxious, sweat quietly slid down his temples, and the fear in his heart and the physical pain were intertwined.

Seeing this, Cui Rongrong signaled Tianlang beside her to take the secret guard to a sheltered place, and then turned around and left with Tianlang.

The effect of the medicine spread like wildfire, instantly sweeping through the dark guard's body.