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

Song Yanchen smiled with a hint of deep meaning, "Now there are rumors all over the capital. It is not a good thing for either Miss Cui or His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. It should not affect innocent people, such as the young lady of the Zhao family. That will only make the rumors worse."

"It would be better to follow the trend of the times and promote the marriage between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Miss Zhao. This may be a spiritual relief for Miss Cui."

He smiled meaningfully, but his eyes were fixed on Cui Rong, trying to capture her emotional fluctuations.

"Sixth Prince, why are you taking so much trouble to help me? What do you want?" Cui Rongrong asked directly.

"Miss Cui is extremely talented. She can not only save lives with her medical skills, but also lead troops in battle. She is truly a rare talent. In the future, if I achieve something, I hope Miss Cui can become my right-hand man." Song Yanchen told him frankly, his expression becoming solemn.

Faced with such frankness, Cui Rong did not give an immediate answer.

She knew that this was both a test by Song Yanchen and a gamble.

He was betting on whether she was willing to lead the Wen family to stand on his side. If successful, Song Yanchen would gain a powerful ally.

"The court is unpredictable. My parents and I have only been back in the capital for a month, and already troubles have come one after another. It shows how many eyes are staring at our Cui family." Cui Rongrong's eyes were calm beyond her age, and she looked directly at Song Yanchen, "The Sixth Prince should be well aware of the Cui family's situation."

"As for my engagement with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the complex entanglements involved are too complicated to describe in a few words. I cannot give the Sixth Prince a definite answer at the moment. A hasty decision will only put the Cui family in a dilemma."

After she finished speaking, she said no more and waited for Song Yanchen's reaction.

At this moment, she has expressed her position and considerations vividly. How to act depends entirely on Song Yanchen's wisdom and decision-making.

In this game of thrones, only by taking the initiative can you avoid being controlled by others.

Song Yanchen pondered for a moment, a gleam of light flashed between his eyebrows, as if he was weighing something. "If I help Miss Cui solve this marriage, I wonder how Miss Cui will express her gratitude?"

His words were light, but they carried weight.

Cui Rongrong smiled gently, that smile was gentle and firm, "The Cui family has been loyal to the royal family since ancient times. If we can get this help, we will do our best to assist the emperor and ensure the stability of the country."

Her words left room for interpretation, but were enough for Song Yanchen to grasp the deeper meaning behind them.

Song Yanchen raised a cold smile, as if he had expected this answer. "Then I will wait for good news and look forward to the Cui family's loyalty."

After saying this, he slowly stood up, his robe swaying slightly with his movements, and then he strode away from the table.

Cui Rongrong quickly stood up and saluted, following his departing back with her eyes until the figure disappeared from the end of her sight.

At this time, Wen Yinyang passed by and whispered in her ear: "Miss Cui, I dare to say that the Sixth Prince may not be the perfect solution for the Cui family. Please think twice."

His voice was low, but full of concern and worry.

She raised her head, her eyes met Wen Yinyang's, a faint smile on her lips, "Thank you for your kind reminder, Master Wen. I know what to do."

Her tone was calm, but the gleam in her eyes showed that she understood the complexity and danger of this game of power better than anyone else.

Wen Yinyang hesitated to speak, and finally left a meaningful warning, "General Cui, please be careful of those who seem close to you."

After saying this, he turned and left, disappearing around the corner.

Cui Rong frowned and looked in the direction where Wen Yinyang disappeared, her expression gradually becoming solemn.

Every word Wen Yinyang said was not groundless. Could it be that he had grasped some information that she had not yet noticed?

She pursed her lips, quickly calculating in her mind, and a bold guess gradually took shape: Could the mastermind behind helping the border forces sneak into Kyoto be Song Yanchen?

The thought gave her a chill, yet it made perfect sense.

Whether it is Song Yanyi or Song Yanchen, they have the coldness and calculation unique to imperial families in their bones. In order to achieve their goals, sacrificing others is just a move in the chess game.

The decision was made, and Cui Rong did not hesitate. After leaving the teahouse, she immediately told the driver to drive home.

The night was as dark as ink. She changed into a nightgown that was easy to move in, and headed straight for Wen Yinyang's mansion.

However, when she sneaked into the Wen Mansion, she found that Wen Yinyang was not there.

After a brief thought, she decided to go to the palace.

The palace was heavily guarded, so she had to hide in a dark alley and wait patiently.

At this moment, an agile black shadow quietly entered the palace, which aroused her vigilance. The strangeness of the shadow's movements made her wonder if it was the mysterious frontiersman.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cui Rong also sneaked into the palace quietly, hid behind a rockery, and observed everything around her.

Inside the palace, the defense line laid by Song Yanchen was still impenetrable.

But for her, these obstacles did not pose a real problem. After all, in her previous life, she and Zhao Lin had gone deep into the palace countless times to collect intelligence for Song Yanyi. Everything here was as familiar to her as her own backyard.

She took advantage of the gaps between the patrolling guards and approached Song Yanchen's residence silently, quickly blending into the shadows of the courtyard.

Soon, she witnessed Song Yanchen's secret meeting with a masked man.

"Those troublesome guys in Luoxian Tower have been keeping a closer eye on me recently. When I first arrived in the capital, didn't the Sixth Prince already greet them? Why is Luoxian Tower acting like this now? Do they want to present me as a gift to the court, or has someone become interested in me privately?" Song Yanchen frowned, obviously quite dissatisfied with this.

"I have tried my best to keep a low profile. Since the failure of the last assassination in the military camp, I have hardly appeared in public." The masked man responded, with helplessness in his voice.

"I never thought that even so, we still couldn't escape the attention of Luoxian Tower. Sixth Prince, what are your plans?" the masked man asked.

Song Yanchen seemed a little annoyed and waved his hand, "I naturally have my own way to deal with it, but since Luoxianlou has become suspicious of you, try to reduce the number of times you come to the palace in the future."

"Unless it's a matter of vital importance, send the message via your falcon," he added, with a hint of impatience in his words.

The masked man snorted coldly upon hearing this, "It turns out that the Sixth Prince also gets scared sometimes. When I first took the initiative to seek cooperation, I didn't see you being so hesitant."

"If there is nothing else, you can leave." Song Yanchen's order to expel the guest ended this secret meeting.

The masked man seemed to be immersed in his own world, with a meaningful smile on his face. He said slowly, "There is another trivial matter that requires your help, Your Highness the Sixth Prince."