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

His mood was like the surging river water, and he thought to himself: I am a secret chess piece carefully arranged by Zhao Xianer in the Cui family.

How can you be content with just being a guard dog?

Get close to the core of Cui family and explore its background.

Faced with Zhao Lin's objection, Cui Rong's eyes suddenly became sharp.

As if he could see into the deepest part of people's hearts, he said coldly: "Do you really need to question the legitimacy of my orders?"

Her words were powerful and had unquestionable force.

Zhao Lin felt a piercing chill rising from his back, and his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. All his excuses vanished in an instant, and he could only lower his head and remain silent.

"As a secret guard, loyalty and obedience are the foundation of your life. The master's orders are the heaven, and no hesitation or violation is allowed. I believe you have already memorized these basic principles, so there is no need for me to repeat them."

Cui Rongrong's words revealed an authority that could not be challenged.

Although Zhao Lin and Tian Lang agreed on the surface, Zhao Lin's heart felt like it was burning in fire.

Resentment and resentment intertwined, as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

After completing the arrangements, Cui Rong slowly turned around and walked into her elegantly decorated boudoir.

Prepare to shower and change clothes for a good night's sleep.

However, when she closed her eyes and tried to pursue the peace of dreams, nightmares followed her like a shadow.

Scenes of the Cui family’s tragic experiences and the hideous and distorted faces of Song Yanyi and Zhao Xianer.

The scenes played out over and over in her mind, like an endless scroll of hell.

"Father!"

A heart-wrenching cry came from the dream, waking Cui Rong up.

She sat up suddenly, her whole body covered in cold sweat, her face as pale as paper, as if she had just struggled back from the brink of life and death.

It was dark outside the window, but at this moment, she was in a state of confusion.

I was no longer sleepy, so I had to get up, sit on the edge of the bed, and stare into the silent room in a daze.

Caiyun, the maid outside the door, heard the noise in the young lady's room and immediately opened the door.

The flickering light of the candle in her hand illuminated the dim room and also revealed Cui Rong's unusually pale face.

She quickly walked to the bedside and found that the young lady's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

I couldn't help but feel anxious. I reached out and touched it, and felt a chill.

"Miss, why is your forehead so cold? I will go and ask the doctor in the mansion right now!"

His words were full of worry, but were gently suppressed by Cui Rong's equally cold hand.

Cui Rongrong forced a smile and turned to look at Caiyun, with a hint of tenacity in her eyes: "Don't bother, it's just a nightmare, it will be fine when you wake up."

However, there is an unspeakable secret hidden in her heart.

In her memories of her previous life, she was haunted by nightmares day and night. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would see the scene of her relatives bleeding like a river, and her ears would echo with heartbreaking cries and the sound of swords piercing bodies.

After her rebirth, facing the peace and beauty before her, she always worried secretly whether all this was just a fleeting illusion.

Fortunately, she gradually came to believe that all this was not false, but real and tangible.

After taking a deep breath, Cui Rongrong's eyes regained their former clarity.

She gently let go of Caiyun's hand, slowly got out of bed, and stood in the middle of the room.

Seeing that the young lady seemed to be fine, Caiyun felt relieved and suggested with concern: "Young lady, it's not dawn yet, why don't you take a rest for a while?"

But Cui Rongrong shook her head and said firmly: "No need, I want to go out for a walk."

After waking up from a dream, falling asleep again seems like a luxury.

Yes, Cui Rongrong took Caiyun out of the boudoir quietly. The cold wind outside the door penetrated her thin clothes, making Caiyun shiver.

She quickly returned to the room, fetched a thick cloak, and carefully put it on Cui Rongrong, saying softly: "After years of being torn by the wind and sand of the border, I thought the imperial city should be warmer than the northern border.

I didn't expect the winter cold to come so quickly, with only a slight temperature difference. Young lady, please be careful when visiting the garden at this time, and don't let the cold wind take advantage of you and catch a cold. "

Despite her warning, Caiyun followed Cui Rong closely into the back garden.

In the garden, except for a few green pines that are still tall and green, the rest of the flowers, plants and trees have lost their spring and summer splendor.

Only bare branches are left, pointing lonely towards the gray sky, adding a bit of coldness and loneliness.

When she came to a branch that looked withered and lifeless, Cui Rong suddenly stopped.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of almost imperceptible green hidden among the branches and leaves, and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes.

Caiyun walked forward curiously, observed carefully, frowned, and asked puzzledly: "Miss, did you find any strange sights?"

"Winter has arrived, everything is withering, but there is still life quietly reviving in this adversity."

Cui Rongrong's lips curved into a gentle but firm arc, and her voice gently penetrated the chill of the early morning, "If we can survive this winter, we will be like a dead tree in spring, full of vitality and blooming like brocade."

These words seemed to be spoken to oneself, and also a declaration to everything around.

It contains tenacity and hope, just like she struggled in the cracks of despair, and finally found a ray of light, grew towards the sun, and bloomed the power of life.

"It's getting late, and the sky is gradually turning pale, like the shy smile of the morning sun."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes drifting towards the distant sky, and said softly, "After meeting the emperor yesterday, I should go to the palace today to pay my respects to the noble concubines and the high and mighty empress dowager.

Being late is not only impolite, but may also lead to unnecessary speculation, so we'd better leave as soon as possible."

After she finished speaking, a barely perceptible sharpness flashed in her eyes, which was the sharpness and determination honed by many years of life on the frontier.

She took Caiyun's hand, her steps light but firm.

They left the garden full of spring scenery, unaware that the pair of eyes hidden in the shadows were silently watching their backs.

At dawn, the first ray of sunlight shines through the clouds and gently falls on Cui Yunhe.

She walked quietly to the door in this warmth, knocked on it lightly, and waited patiently.

It was not until she heard her sister's familiar and warm voice from inside that she gently pushed open the exquisitely carved wooden door and stepped into the house.

What came into view was Cui Rong, already fully dressed.

Her face is radiant, and beneath her carefully crafted makeup lies an extraordinary spirit.

Cui Yunhe couldn't help but stand there in a daze, "Sister, why did you get up so early?"

Cui Rongrong turned and looked at her sister, her eyes full of doting and understanding.

The chuckle revealed some bitterness of the past, "Life in the frontier always makes people nervous and sleepless. Now that I am back in this quiet mansion, I am a little uncomfortable with the excessive silence."

She changed the subject, her smile becoming more warm, “However, I really like this room you decorated for me.

Every detail here seems to be an extension of your meticulous thoughts.”

When Cui Yunhe heard her sister's words, a feeling of sadness welled up in her heart.