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

The secret guard Tianlang nodded silently, and the two of them immediately blended into the vast night and disappeared without a trace.

While walking, Cui Rongrong inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

She suddenly thought about it and followed him quietly.

Wen Yinyang was seen climbing over the wall with a nimble figure and quietly entering a courtyard.

She couldn't help but frown. Why did Wen Yinyang appear here so late at night?

She hid in the shadow of the corner, quietly.

When she looked up, the scene in front of her shocked her: Wen Yinyang was holding a long knife, and with a light swing of the knife, he easily subdued the group of people who besieged him one by one.

Only a middle-aged man was left kneeling on the ground, crying and begging.

"We have no grudges in the past or today, why do you insist on killing me?"

Wen Yinyang's face was stern, his eyes were deep and peaceful, "You shouldn't have asked this question."

After he finished speaking, he moved quickly and decisively, and the man fell down silently.

After completing all this, Wen Yinyang let out a long breath, as if an invisible burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Becoming a member of Song Yanchen's team means that you must be involved in some secrets and methods that are unknown to outsiders.

And tonight, the first test he faced was the minor official from the court in front of him.

Although this official was of insignificant rank, he enjoyed challenging Song Yanchen's authority and therefore became an obstacle that had to be removed.

Although deep down he was conflicted about this move and felt that the punishment was too harsh, in the underworld and the game of power, sympathy is often a luxury.

Wen Yinyang felt mixed emotions and secretly thought about how to properly handle the follow-up matters so as not to leave any unnecessary traces.

Just as he turned to leave and prepared to find a secret place to accommodate the man, something unexpected happened.

The man who should have been unconscious suddenly opened his eyes, with ferocity and despair flashing in his eyes.

Almost in a split second, the man pulled out the dagger hidden at his waist and screamed, "Go to hell!"

Rushed towards Wen Yinyang.

Although Wen Yinyang's reaction was quick, he was still a beat slow.

At this critical moment, a beautiful figure flashed like a ghost, and defeated the enemy with one move. The man fell heavily to the ground again and completely lost consciousness.

The woman's name was Cui Rongrong. She kicked the dagger off the ground lightly, and her eyes met Wen Yinyang's sharply. She reminded him with concern and a hint of joking, "Master Wen, don't forget that the world is dangerous. You must never let your guard down."

Wen Yinyang was surprised, but more surprised and puzzled. He didn't expect to meet the eldest daughter of the Cui family in such an awkward situation.

"Ms. Cui, how could you..."

When the words came to his lips, he suddenly realized his mistake and quickly stopped talking, changing his tone to be polite: "I'm sorry for being so abrupt, thank you for your timely help."

Cui Rongrong raised her eyebrows, looked back and forth at the unconscious man, and her guess gradually took shape in her mind.

"You were assigned by the Sixth Prince, right?"

Her question was not an inquiry, but more like a statement of fact.

Wen Yinyang did not give a direct answer, but responded indifferently. The implication of his words was self-evident. He hoped that Cui Rongrong would not interfere in this matter, and there was a subtle sense of alienation in his tone.

Cui Rongrong seemed to be unconcerned about his subtle rejection and continued to talk to herself: "Master Wen, your kindness may be well-intentioned, but it is also a double-edged sword. You have just gained the trust of the Sixth Prince. If this matter is leaked out, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Besides, he is a member of the prince's faction. Even if you show mercy, he will never be grateful. In the game of thrones, there is no forgiveness without reason."

Wen Yinyang remained silent, his inner balance wavering between justice and reality.

He understood that what Cui Rong said made sense, but killing innocent lives with his own hands was definitely not what he wanted.

Seeing his inner struggle, Cui Rong took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and gently handed it to Wen Yinyang: "This bottle of poison may be able to help you. It is up to you to use it or not."

"I have no intention of interfering with your choice, but you must remember that you can't save everyone. Every action is accompanied by sacrifice and choice. Keep your original intention and don't let kindness become your weakness. The Sixth Prince has come this far, not because of his kindness."

After that, she glanced meaningfully at the unconscious man on the ground, and her words revealed a hint of cruelty: "Although he is a small official in the court, he uses the power of the prince's party to do whatever he wants, embezzle and accept bribes, and oppress the people. If someone can eliminate him, it can be regarded as removing a harm for the people."

As she spoke, she disappeared without a trace.

Wen Yinyang's throat tightened, and thousands of thoughts were stuck in his heart. In the end, he didn't utter a word.

He held the small bottle of poison in his hand and walked with heavy steps.

After a slight noise, the man fell into complete silence.

Wen Yinyang carefully hid the bottle of poison, looked up in the direction where Cui Rongrong disappeared, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Cui Rongrong's care for him was beyond common sense, especially when he was regarded as a traitor and everyone avoided him as much as possible.

Only Cui Rong lent him a helping hand more than once in times of crisis, and gave him valuable guidance, helping him avoid one trap after another.

He couldn't help but ask himself, what kind of return could he give to Cui Rong to match her deep friendship?

These thoughts made Wen Yinyang's face even more solemn.

At this moment, Cui Rongrong had already brought Tianlang quietly to the outside of Lin Yuanming's mansion. She ordered Tianlang to be on guard in the dark to prevent any followers from approaching.

She was as light as a night cat, she leaped nimbly and landed gently on the bluestone slabs in the yard.

Stepping into this quiet space, she found that the servants who used to be busy shuttling around were nowhere to be seen.

Only a ray of cold moonlight and a few distant drum beats were left to accompany the silent courtyard.

A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she calmly pulled out the honey fragrance hidden in her sleeve and carefully put it into her arms.

Then she took a step forward and walked straight to the study where Lin Yuanming usually studied.

Lin Yuanming was concentrating on the military book in front of him. Those ancient texts were like soldiers on the battlefield.

In his mind, they were arranged and combined into a grand strategic blueprint.

Even the sound of Cui Rong's footsteps, as light as the wind, coming from outside the door, could not pull him away from his endless thoughts for a moment.

His back looked lonely and tough, as if he was talking to the yellowed papers with his whole soul.

"Guests are here, please help yourself."

His voice was bookish yet gentle, coming from behind the pages of the book, "Pour yourself a cup of hot tea to warm up your body which has become increasingly cold since the beginning of winter. The night is very cold, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Master Lin specifically asked the servants to stay away. Could it be that he had already predicted that I would come on the moon tonight?"

Cui Rong raised a sly smile and spoke in a teasing tone.