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

The girl looked at her doubtfully and shook her head honestly: "That young man is indeed very handsome, but he is obviously not from a famous family, nor is he from our circle. Why do I feel that he looks familiar?"

Zhao Xianer shook her head slightly, the doubts in her heart had not completely dissipated: "I just feel that he seems to be somewhat similar to someone..."

The thought flashed through her mind, but when she looked at it carefully again, she felt that she was being too suspicious.

Zhao Xian'er put away her distracting thoughts and said softly, "Let's go, let's go to the cloth shop and have a look."

The noble girl did not notice her abnormality, and she became lively again in an instant. She took Zhao Xianer's arm, and the two continued to move forward.

The next morning, when Chenxi walked into the room with breakfast in his hand, looking serious and with trembling hands, Cui Rong couldn't help but chuckle.

This laughter made Chenxi nervous. She carefully placed the plate on the table, her eyes full of anxiety. "My hands and feet are clumsy. Did I make the young lady unhappy? Please forgive my stupidity!"

"I don't mean to blame you." Cui Rongrong's voice was gentle, "You have never experienced this before, so you will slowly become familiar with it. If you don't understand something, Caiyun will naturally teach you."

Hearing this, a huge stone in Chenxi's heart finally fell to the ground.

She imitated Caiyun and began to serve Cui Rongrong meticulously. Although her movements were still a little awkward, her wholehearted dedication made Cui Rong quite satisfied.

After breakfast, Cui Rongrong suggested: "I will go shopping with you for some clothes today. It's not appropriate to always wear Caiyun's old clothes."

Chenxi quickly shook his head, his eyes full of fear: "Miss, you are willing to take me in, give me a home, and let me have enough food and clothes. This is already a great favor. I am grateful. How dare I ask for anything else? It's good enough now."

Cui Rong chuckled and patiently explained: "You will always be by my side in the future. If you always wear someone else's old clothes, it will inevitably attract criticism."

"It's just a few clothes. No need to be polite. Let's go now."

Upon hearing this, Chenxi no longer insisted and followed Cui Rong closely out of the mansion.

They came to a cloth shop, which was filled with a wide variety of colorful fabrics.

Cui Rongrong asked Chenxi to choose the fabric she liked by herself, but facing this colorful world, Chenxi seemed a little overwhelmed and looked to Cui Rongrong for help.

Seeing her dilemma, Cui Rongrong understood and knew that Chenxi needed time to adapt to all this.

So she personally selected several pieces of fabric with high-quality texture and soft colors, and arranged for an experienced tailor to tailor clothes for Chenxi, while she waited at the teahouse outside the store.

While sipping the fragrant tea, I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. I looked up and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Sister Cui, what a coincidence."

Zhao Xian'er walked into the cloth shop with a bright smile on her face, and walked straight towards Cui Rongrong, "I didn't expect to meet Sister Cui here. Are you here to order new clothes, or to pick up the finished clothes?"

Cui Rong gave a polite but distant smile in return: "I just got a maid yesterday, and I am bringing her here to buy some clothes."

"You can just ask the servants to do this kind of thing. Why does Sister Cui have to come here in person?" Zhao Xian'er asked with a smile, and at the same time quietly approached Cui Rongrong. Just as she was about to talk further, Chenxi happened to walk out of the store.

Zhao Xian'er was stunned. Wasn't the woman in front of her the same person who was kneeling on the street yesterday?

Her palms were slightly sweaty, but her face remained expressionless, maintaining her usual gentleness and composure.

Her eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on Xifeng. An imperceptible gleam of light flashed across her deep eyes in an instant.

"Is this the maid that Sister Cui recently took in?" A clear voice, with a bit of curiosity and inquiry, came out from the mouth of a graceful woman.

This woman was Zhao Xianer, dressed in elegant attire.

Cui Rong nodded slightly, her black hair swaying gently with her movements. She noticed Zhao Xian'er's expression, and her heart was moved. She thought to herself, "What does Sister Zhao think is wrong?"

Zhao Xian'er covered her mouth and chuckled. The laughter was crisp and pleasant, but it seemed to hide a hidden plot. Her eyes moved, cleverly hiding the calculations and calculations in her eyes: "No, no, I'm just sighing that Sister Cui has a unique vision. Even when choosing a maid, she can choose such a beautiful person."

"However, I always feel that this maid looks familiar, as if we have met at some unintentional moment. Maybe I am overthinking and my memory is biased." There was a hint of temptation in Zhao Xianer's words.

Cui Rongrong frowned slightly, and a vague sense of uneasiness arose in her heart.

After Zhao Xian'er exchanged some greetings, she slowly left with the new clothes. Her eyes followed the receding figure and her expression seemed even heavier.

Xifeng stood aside, feeling the subtle changes in the air, and spoke nervously: "Miss, should I not go out with you today? There seems to be a deeper meaning in what Miss Zhao said, but I am stupid and did not fully understand the meaning."

Cui Rongrong collected her thoughts and looked at Xifeng tenderly: "Don't worry too much. As my maid, it's only a matter of time before you interact with others. It's just a matter of time."

"Let's go back home first. We can discuss other matters later." She said in a firm tone.

Xifeng nodded in agreement, and the two of them set off on their journey home.

After returning to Cui Mansion, Cui Rong considerately let Xifeng rest first. When she called Tianlang, she inadvertently caught a figure out of the corner of her eye - Zhao Lin. He was hiding in the dark, as if waiting for something.

Her eyelids drooped slightly, a barely perceptible cold light flashed in her eyes, and her heart was full of vigilance.

Zhao Lin had been waiting here for a long time. He tried his best to find out something from Zhao Xianer, but to no avail.

At this moment, his eyes unconsciously followed the backs of Cui Rong and Xi Feng.

Obviously, he realized that it was difficult to obtain information directly from Cui Rong, so he turned his attention to Xifeng, the new maid.

After all, Xifeng is a newcomer, and compared to senior servants like Caiyun and Tianlang, his loyalty naturally needs to be tested.

However, Zhao Lin obviously underestimated Xifeng this time.

Xifeng's loyalty to Cui Rongrong cannot be easily shaken by others.

It was also for this reason that Cui Rong felt at ease letting him stay with her closely.

Cui Rong's mouth corners slightly raised, and she turned around and gave Tianlang an order to collect intelligence.

At the same time, Zhao Lin happened to intercept Xifeng on his way to make tea for Cui Rongrong.

Xifeng took a step back cautiously and asked with sharp eyes, "What is your name?"

Zhao Lin introduced himself, with a complacent tone: "I am the young lady's secret guard, responsible for the safety of this courtyard, and to protect the safety of the young lady."