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

"Come here, prepare the carriage, load these gifts, and deliver them to the Shen Mansion for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Yes, as you command." The servants of the Cui Mansion acted quickly and arranged everything in an orderly manner in the blink of an eye.

Song Yanyi wanted to say something else, but found that he had been sent to the gate by Cui Rong himself.

"Your Highness, please finish your business as soon as possible and return to the palace. You have just recovered and must not catch a cold again." Cui Rongrong reminded with a faint smile, her eyes full of concern.

Song Yanyi felt mixed emotions. He turned around and got on the carriage, wondering to himself, what had he done wrong to make Cui Rongrong so polite and distant to him?

Just as he was lost in thought, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"What happened?" Song Yanyi asked with a frown.

"It's the Sixth Prince who has arrived." The driver answered briefly.

Song Yanyi's face suddenly turned gloomy. He had never expected to meet Song Yanchen unexpectedly.

He slowly lifted the curtain of the car, and his eyes happened to meet the smiling eyes of Song Yanchen on the horse, and standing next to him was Wen Yinyang.

"Oh, I thought I was seeing things from a distance."

Song Yanchen's smile was bright, but his words were sharp. "Your Highness has just recovered from his illness, but you left the palace in such a hurry, and you are carrying so many things. What is your purpose? Could it be that you are going on a secret visit to find interesting stories among the people?"

"Looking at the direction they are heading, could it be that Your Highness is returning from a visit to Cui's residence?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already grasped the answer from Song Yanyi's subtly changing expression.

Obviously, Song Yanyi did not receive the expected warm hospitality from Cui Rong, otherwise how could he return with such a full load and such an indescribable complex emotion on his face?

There was a hint of cunning in Song Yanchen's chuckle, but when his eyes met Song Yanyi's stern eyes, the smile gradually faded, replaced by an interested scrutiny, "Sorry for the offense, I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

"However, seeing that Your Highness is fully equipped, he does not seem to be in a hurry to return to the palace. Could it be that he has some other secret destination?" His words were full of curiosity and inquiry.

Song Yanyi's voice was calm and indifferent, "The Zhao family, to thank Zhao Xianer for saving their lives."

Hearing this, Song Yanchen's smile became even brighter. "Your Highness is really fair and just left Cui Mansion and went to Shen Mansion. You are so busy. It's really enviable."

"If Your Highness has any happy event in the future, I must prepare a generous gift in advance."

There is a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Song Yanyi responded with a fake smile, "Sixth brother, you are joking. I have important things to do, so I won't chat with you guys anymore."

After saying this, he gently lowered the curtain and gave the coachman a wink.

Song Yanchen raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, and watched Song Yanyi's carriage go farther and farther away. Finally, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "I am so lucky to witness His Highness's scene today. It's such a pleasant surprise!"

Wen Yinyang bowed his head and pondered, "Your Highness has frequent contacts with the Cui and Zhao families, especially the Zhao family, which seems to have a closer relationship with Your Highness."

"This is undoubtedly good news for me." Song Yanchen's smile was full of meaning. "The position of neutrals is more easily influenced than your highness's direct allies. I hope the Cui family can see the situation clearly."

Wen Yinyang was silent for a moment, "Sixth Prince, are you going to visit Cui Mansion now?"

"No rush. Going there now may not be beneficial to either the Cui family or me." Song Yanchen said in a calm tone, as if everything was under control.

The two exchanged glances in tacit understanding, then turned their horses' heads and disappeared at the other end of the street.

Cui Rong was sitting in her boudoir, holding a yellowed military book tightly in her hands. After hearing the report, she gently put the book aside, and heard Tianlang's low and clear report in her ears.

"Not long after His Highness left, he ran into the Sixth Prince on the street. After a brief conversation, His Highness left the scene with a solemn expression."

Cui Rongrong raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, "Why is the Sixth Prince there?"

Tianlang lowered his voice and answered carefully: "It seems like a coincidence, but before the Sixth Prince left, I vaguely heard him mention your name to Lord Wen."

Cui Rongrong frowned, her mind full of doubts, "Why did they mention me?"

Tianlang shook his head helplessly, "The distance is too far, I can only vaguely catch a few words."

"Forget it, you've done very well. If you get too close, it might alert Master Wen. Thank you for your hard work." There was some sympathy in Cui Rong's tone.

"Miss, you are too kind. This is my job."

As Tianlang finished his words, he silently slipped into the darkness of the room and disappeared.

Cui Rong pondered for a moment, tapping the table lightly with her fingers, her mind full of thoughts.

There are always undercurrents between Song Yanchen and Song Yanyi, and every move they make towards each other is full of calculations.

Song Yanchen mentioned himself specifically, obviously he had noticed something.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Since Song Yanchen might come to her on his own initiative, she only needed to wait and see, saving herself the hassle of taking the initiative to make arrangements.

Just as she was about to immerse herself in the world of military books again, there was a knock on the door. She looked up and saw it was her father Cui Min's personal servant. She nodded slightly, motioning the servant to come in.

"What's the matter?" Her voice was calm and gentle.

"Master, please go to the study immediately. There is something important to discuss with you." The servant replied respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Cui Rong immediately placed the heavy military book in her hand gently on the table.

Afterwards, she followed the servant through the winding corridor, walking briskly but with a hint of urgency, and went straight to the study.

The door of the study was half-open, letting in a dim light that shone on the bluestone floor.

As soon as you step over the threshold, the scene inside the study comes into view.

At this moment, Cui Min was sitting in front of the ancient rosewood desk with a serious expression, his brows furrowed, immersed in deep thought.

There were several documents scattered on the desk, with the scent of ink and pine smoke intertwined.

"Father." Cui Rongrong's voice was clear and gentle, breaking the silence in the room.

When Cui Min heard the voice, a hint of tenderness flashed across his eyes that had experienced many vicissitudes of life, and then he raised his head.

He waved his hand, and Cui Rong slowly approached with light steps.

"Rongrong, after the court session today, I wanted to meet the emperor, but I didn't expect to be stopped by the Sixth Prince on the way." Cui Min spoke slowly.

"The Sixth Prince and I had a long talk about the spies on the border. He mentioned that the Emperor was quite troubled by this and told us to just stabilize the morale of the army and not worry about other matters. The Sixth Prince's implication is probably exactly what the Emperor meant."

When he said this, a barely perceptible worry flashed in Cui Min's eyes.

When Cui Rongrong heard this, she frowned slightly and couldn't help feeling suspicious.

"Father, have you informed the Sixth Prince of all matters in the military camp?" Her voice was soft but firm.

Cui Min nodded slightly, confirming this fact.