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

The second wife's brows were knitted together, and her voice was filled with undisguised displeasure. "What you said is really too unbelievable. Once the imperial memorial is sent to the palace, it will naturally be delivered to the emperor according to the rules. How can it be sent away?"

In the face of doubts, Cui Rongrong looked calm and said calmly, "Although the memorial will eventually be placed in front of the emperor, it will have to go through many levels before reaching the imperial desk. The changes and twists that may occur during this period are beyond your and my predictions. After all, human hearts are unpredictable and things in the world are unpredictable."

She paused and continued, "Father and the uncles should not try to figure out the emperor's intentions too early. The emperor is far away from the military camp and is not familiar with the details, so he cannot accurately figure out the deep meaning behind it."

As she finished speaking, she keenly caught the subtle glances Cui Min exchanged with other uncles and aunts, which showed both doubt and helplessness.

The room fell silent for a moment. Although everyone secretly agreed with Cui Rongrong's analysis, the current dilemma still made them feel uneasy.

Sensing this heavy burden, Cui Rong gently comforted him, "Father, uncles, please don't worry too much. Excessive anxiety will only confuse people's thinking and make it difficult to see the situation clearly."

"When my father goes to court tomorrow, I beg you once again to see him. You must remain calm and not be thrown off balance by a momentary panic." There was determination in her words.

But the second half of her sentence, which she did not say, lingered quietly in the air.

Otherwise, in this chaos, perhaps someone is waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

At this time, in the deep courtyard of the palace, Wen Yinyang stood quietly beside Song Yanchen, his eyes wandering along the memorial in Song Yanchen's hand that was being read repeatedly.

The memorial seemed to carry an unknown secret, and Song Yanchen frowned slightly.

There was a thoughtful gleam in his eyes, not his usual nonchalant expression, but real concern and curiosity.

Wen Yinyang remained calm and silently observed all this as a bystander. Finally, he could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked softly, "Could it be that another minister who is not afraid of death has written a letter to impeach the Sixth Prince?"

There was a subtle hint of sarcasm in his words.

Song Yanchen raised his lips with a meaningful smile, "You have indeed solved a lot of difficult problems for me recently. If there are still people who fall into your trap, I can only say that they are tired of living."

Changing the subject, he gently closed the memorial in his hand and said, "The contents of this memorial are probably far beyond your imagination. It's late at night, Lord Wen, you should go back and rest early. There is no need for you to intervene in this matter at the moment."

Wen Yinyang bowed and when he left, a tiny black shadow inadvertently flashed by the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but feel a little alert and his pace unconsciously slowed down.

At this moment, Song Yanchen's voice came from behind, "Can't you people from the border act more covertly?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Yinyang's heart was shocked. The three words "frontier people" were like a sharp blade, cutting through the peace in his heart. Song Yanchen actually had an unknown connection with the frontier?

After leaving the courtyard, he quickly blended into the night and used his familiarity with the terrain of the palace to easily find a hidden observation point.

In this unknown corner, even the guards patrolling the palace could hardly detect his figure.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Wen Yinyang listened attentively to every tiny movement in the courtyard.

Soon, in addition to Song Yanchen, another voice sounded faintly, with a chilling tone, "The Sixth Prince's words can be regarded as a compliment to me. Unfortunately, after a long period of careful planning, I failed to achieve my goal. The pair of life and death insects died in vain, and I spent countless efforts and time on it."

"Cui Min is indeed more troublesome than I expected. If there wasn't a smart girl by his side, I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble." His words revealed a deep resentment and resentment.

Song Yanchen raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, as if he had heard something interesting. "Are you talking about General Cui's daughter?"

This sentence made Wen Yinyang, who was eavesdropping on the side, feel suddenly tense in his heart. He secretly clenched his fists. Could it be that Song Yanchen would really turn a blind eye to the threat from the border and allow him to hurt the innocent Cui Rongrong?

If so, he must inform Cui Rong as soon as possible and find an opportunity to eliminate the frontier man hiding in the dark.

"Yes, it was that girl. Her methods were beyond my expectation. She was even able to dissolve the silver silkworm Gu that I had worked so hard to create. She should not be underestimated."

The voice contained a hint of helplessness and admiration.

Song Yanchen chuckled, his tone full of amusement, "From your tone, it seems that you have some admiration for her, but even so, you still had the intention to kill her."

Hearing this, Wen Yinyang pursed his lips and his fingers quietly stroked the dagger at his waist that was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

It is because of the love and appreciation deep in my heart that I feel I cannot keep her by my side.

Such an extraordinary, wise and brave person is undoubtedly a sword hanging over the heads of the border areas, and may become an unpredictable disaster at any time.

Unless she is willing to give up everything and pledge her allegiance to us until death, her fate seems to have been inevitably marked with the mark of the end.

"The Cui family has been loyal for generations. Their blood runs with unwavering loyalty. The word betrayal will never appear in their vocabulary. It is better to nip this wild idea of ​​yours in the bud."

Song Yanchen's gaze was like a torch, penetrating the air and reaching deep into the other person's soul.

However, in response to these words, the other party smiled disdainfully, "Oh, it's such a pity. In this case, I'm afraid I can only do it myself and send her off for the last time."

Just as Wen Yinyang was about to get up and look for Cui Rongrong, he turned around and heard Song Yanchen's cold voice: "I hope I didn't express it clearly enough. You must never touch her."

Hearing this, the man couldn't help but sneer, full of sarcasm, "Oh? What do you mean? Is there some unspeakable secret between you and that girl?"

The frivolous and vulgar tone in the words made Wen Yinyang's face suddenly darken.

Almost at the same time, Song Yanchen's voice sounded again, this time with a little more profound meaning in it: "Yes, she is engaged to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but this does not prevent me from having a strong interest in her. She is an excellent martial artist and a master of medicine. It is said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was seriously ill and all the imperial doctors in the palace were helpless. It was her skillful hands and kindness that reversed the Crown Prince's illness and gave him a new life. If such a genius could be brought under my command, wouldn't the throne of imperial power be just around the corner?"

The other party raised an eyebrow and questioned: "But she is engaged to the prince, how could she be willing to be used by you?"