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

His tone was firm, as if he had made some kind of decision.

Cui Rong nodded silently in agreement, and personally escorted her father to the carriage, ready to see him off to the court.

Just as she was about to turn around, a rapid and powerful sound of horse hooves came closer and closer.

A heroic woman, Zhao Xianer, came gracefully from another luxuriously decorated carriage.

Zhao Xian'er's brows were filled with worry. She quickened her pace and ran to Cui Rong's side. She whispered with a hint of relief, "I never expected that I would have the honor of meeting Sister Cui as soon as I entered this prosperous palace. This way, I can avoid the tedious formalities of notification, and our meeting will be more of a coincidence."

Cui Rong stood in the corridor, with the mottled morning light shining on her.

Faced with Zhao Xianer's seemingly casual but obviously ulterior motive greetings, a barely perceptible ripple passed through her eyes. Although she was slightly displeased in her heart, she did not show it on her face.

"If you have something to say, Sister Zhao, you can just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush."

Cui Rongrong's voice was cold but with a hint of majesty.

Hearing this, Zhao Xian'er's smile froze a little, but soon returned to her usual gentleness. She took a deep breath, as if she had made some kind of resolution: "His Highness is ill and seriously ill. I am worried and want to go to the palace with Sister Cui to visit him. Brother Chu Yi is not only bedridden, but also coughing up blood. The imperial physician stayed by his side last night and stayed up all night, but he still didn't get better. Sister Cui is a skilled doctor, and maybe she can see something from it and help His Highness relieve his worries."

Cui Rong looked at Zhao Xianer's anxious expression. Although she felt disdainful in her heart, she remained calm on the surface and sneered in her heart. She had already understood what Zhao Xianer was thinking.

If I agree easily, I'm afraid that in the end it will only make Zhao Xianer play a good show, and I will become the topic of conversation for others after dinner.

"It is understandable that Sister Zhao cares about Your Highness, but since even the imperial physician is helpless, what can I, a mere woman, do? Besides, Your Highness has just suffered from this rare disease, and the palace must be on high alert and people are in panic. It may not be a wise move to go there rashly at this time." Cui Rongrong spoke earnestly, with helplessness in her eyes.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Zhao Xianer stopped her again.

Zhao Xianer stretched out her hand gently, trying to keep him, but it only touched air, leaving him hanging awkwardly in mid-air.

Cui Rongrong's eyes were cold and pierced Zhao Xianer's heart: "Miss Zhao, what else is there?"

Zhao Xian'er calculated secretly in her heart, but she still had a gentle smile on her face: "Sister Cui's words make sense. Maybe we can't solve the actual problems for His Highness by entering the palace, but at least we can express our feelings, especially for Brother Chu Yi. Of course, if Sister Cui doesn't want to go with me, I can understand. After all, Sister Cui and Brother Chu Yi's engagement is known to everyone, and Brother Chu Yi and I have been together since childhood. This anxiety is just out of worry for my friend. I hope Sister Cui will not misunderstand."

After she finished speaking, her eyes moved around, with a hint of barely perceptible grievance.

Cui Rong just raised the corners of her lips slightly, and that smile was meaningful, which made Zhao Xianer's heart tighten. The smile she barely maintained was mixed with a bit of uncertainty: "Why is Sister Cui looking at me like this?"

"Miss Zhao, you are overthinking. Your concerns are somewhat reasonable. I was not thoughtful enough before. In this case, going together can avoid criticism from others."

Cui Rong's tone returned to its usual calmness.

So the two of them immediately boarded the carriage heading for the imperial city. With the rumbling of the wheels, they soon arrived at the palace gate.

The scene inside the palace was unusual. The eunuch led them to the East Palace in a hurry. The palace servants along the way were in a hurry and in a panic.

Zhao Xian'er frowned, "Sister Cui, the hurried figures of the palace servants, could it be that Brother Chu Yi's condition has worsened? Every rush in the palace makes me flustered."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is blessed with great fortune and a bright destiny. How can the district's illness do anything to him?"

Cui Rong's tone was cold, but there was no warmth in her words.

She knew in her heart that the poison that Song Yanyi was poisoned with was a unique poison that she accidentally mixed - Wanjie Powder. The poisoned person would die in excruciating pain, and she was the only one in the world who held the key to the antidote.

The court turmoil she had carefully planned had caused him to lose face, and this brief suffering now was her merciful forgiveness!

Stepping into the threshold of the Eastern Palace, Cui Rong quickly calmed her mind. Before she could steady her steps, the Queen's anxious and accusing voice had already spoken.

"As the royal physician, you are helpless even against Yan Yi's illness. What's the point of me raising you? If anything happens to Yan Yi, you will all die with him!"

At this moment, the eunuch's shrill and loud voice cut through the tense atmosphere: "The eldest daughter of the Cui family and the eldest daughter of the Zhao family have arrived!"

Hearing this, the queen frowned slightly, but when she saw the two women entering the palace, her face immediately changed to gentleness: "Yan Yi will definitely be happy to know about your visit, but... Alas, he is like this now..."

The queen's face was full of worry and she sighed repeatedly, leading the two of them slowly towards the bed where Song Yanyi was lying quietly.

Lying on the couch, Song Yanyi had his eyes closed and his face was as pale as rice paper. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

The queen wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with the silk handkerchief in her hand, and said helplessly: "The imperial doctors have no good ideas. When will Yan Yi wake up? It's really worrying..."

Zhao Xian'er quickly glanced at Cui Rongrong, and then quickly responded, trying to ease the queen's anxiety: "Don't worry, Queen, Sister Cui is well versed in medicine, and her medical skills are far better than those famous doctors."

"I beg Sister Cui to examine Brother Chu Yi. Perhaps there will be a turn for the better."

When the queen heard this, her eyes lit up and she looked at Cui Rong with hope: "If this is true, then it is great news."

Facing the Queen's expectations, Cui Rong's eyes flashed with an imperceptible coldness, but she still maintained a gentle smile and replied: "I will do my best to live up to the Queen's high expectations."

"Sister Cui is really too modest."

Zhao Xian'er's praise was filled with sincere admiration. "I am fortunate to have witnessed Sister Cui's miraculous healing skills. I am sure that only with Sister Cui's help, Brother Chu Yi's condition will be quickly reversed."

She was constantly praising Cui Rong, but she never noticed the coldness that quietly solidified in Cui Rong's eyes.

Zhao Xianer is good at seizing every opportunity to show herself. No matter success or failure, for her, the balance of interests is tilted towards her.

If Song Yanyi recovered with her recommendation, the Queen would attribute it to her good eye for talent; but since she did not take the initiative to volunteer, the Queen would feel that she owed her a debt of favor.