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

He approached with big strides, the sweat on his forehead sparkling in the sunlight, obviously he had traveled all the way here quickly.

Cui Rong subconsciously took a step back and kept a polite distance: "Greetings, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Seeing her so distant, Song Yanyi felt mixed emotions. He secretly clenched his fists, adjusted his emotions, and slowly said, "I just came back from paying respects to my mother in the palace. When I learned that you had just left, I hurried here. Fortunately, you haven't left the palace yet."

"My mother briefly explained to me what happened just now. Although we are already married, I understand the reason behind it. I respect your choice and am willing to wait patiently until the day you are willing."

His eyes fell on Cui Rong gently, but what she felt was an indescribable disgust.

Some false masks, if worn for a long time, can even deceive one's own heart.

Song Yanyi had been deceiving and using her from the beginning to the end. Now he was using the same old tricks on her again. How could she easily fall into this carefully woven trap again?

Cui Rong lowered her head, her fine hair covering her pretty face. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, but every word was clear: "Your Highness, there is no need to be embarrassed. This marriage contract was originally a covenant made by the emperor for us when we were young. Today, with the passage of time, we are no longer the ignorant children we used to be, and our state of mind is naturally very different from the past."

She took a deep breath and continued, "I am willing to bear all the consequences and criticisms, just to help Your Highness and Sister Zhao get married. Sister Zhao is different from me. She grew up in this prosperous capital city. She is like the most beautiful flower in spring, attracting the admiration of countless talented men and beautiful women, but also arousing a lot of jealousy and calculations in the dark. Now, rumors are spreading in the city, which is actually an invisible harm to Sister Zhao's reputation."

Song Yanyi was about to speak, but was interrupted by Cui Rongrong's gentle but firm voice, "I hope Your Highness can understand Sister Zhao's situation, protect her from this unwarranted criticism, and preserve her reputation."

Cui Rongrong's words were extremely sincere, and every word revealed her concern for Sister Zhao and her own sacrifice. Song Yanyi couldn't find the right words to respond for a moment, and he only felt a surge in his heart.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and it was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Finally, Song Yanyi broke the dull atmosphere. With a sincere look in his eyes, he slowly said, "I think, no matter how I explain, Miss Rong may find it hard to believe my sincerity, but please believe that every word I say comes from the most sincere emotion in my heart."

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you about what happened today. I can understand that Miss Rong may not want to see me again. In that case, I will not see you off in person. I only ask you to allow me to see you off silently in a place where you can't see me." His words revealed an imperceptible loneliness and desolation.

Cui Rongrong did not stay for long, but just bowed slightly, then turned around and left with her maid Caiyun with firm steps, without even a sidelong glance at the people behind her.

Song Yanyi stood there, looking at her resolute back, feeling mixed emotions.

In the previous life, even if they couldn't get married, such concessions always touched Cui Rong's heartstrings, but today, everything is different...

His face gradually became shrouded in a layer of gloom, and his eyes followed the figure that was getting farther and farther away with complicated eyes.

The carriage was moving slowly. Xifeng recalled everything in the palace and couldn't help but sigh: "When the young lady was talking to the Queen, I was so nervous that I almost forgot to breathe. The Queen is the mother of the country. Her majesty and demeanor make people involuntarily feel awe."

"Moreover, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince showed up at the perfect time. He arrived right after we came out of the Queen's bedroom."

Cui Rongrong smiled faintly, and her voice was full of insight: "There are not so many coincidences in this world. Do you think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really came here in a hurry?"

Xifeng looked at her puzzledly, waiting for what to come.

"In fact, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should have been with the Queen all along, otherwise, how could he have found us so quickly." Cui Rongrong explained patiently.

Xifeng's brows furrowed even deeper: "Then why didn't His Royal Highness show up when the young lady was talking to the Queen?"

Cui Rongrong smiled again: "Of course it's because there are some things that he is not convenient to deal with."

She had long been aware of the tacit cooperation between Song Yanyi and the Queen.

When the palace maid interrupted their conversation, she keenly sensed Song Yanyi's intention.

But she didn't mind Song Yanyi hearing those words, because she knew very well that he would never give up easily.

Cui Rongrong collected her thoughts, gently closed her eyes, and decided to take a rest.

Obviously, it would be difficult to unilaterally push for the cancellation of the engagement, and she had to take more drastic actions.

Tomorrow, she will go to the Shen Mansion in person to meet Zhao Xianer face to face.

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Inside the Shen residence, Zhao Xian'er sat leisurely beside the warm fireplace, enjoying the rare tranquility in winter. Only Mrs. Shen's constant mumbling became the only disharmony in this picture.

Facing her mother's nagging, she frowned slightly impatiently and interrupted: "I have remembered what my mother said in my heart. I know what I am doing."

Mrs. Shen saw her daughter's perfunctory attitude, frowned, and her worry was evident in her words: "Xian'er, if you have any plans, you might as well tell me, so that I can feel at ease."

"Right now the whole capital is discussing the matter between you and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Your father is extremely worried about this. If I hadn't stopped you, he would have made you kneel down in the ancestral hall to reflect on your mistakes!"

However, Zhao Xianer acted indifferent to this, and even secretly hoped that the situation would escalate further.

If she could use this opportunity to force Song Yanyi to marry her, then the slight loss of reputation would be insignificant to her.

What's more, the rumors outside were becoming more and more outrageous. If Cui Rong could have the tact to withdraw voluntarily, she would have saved herself a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Recalling what happened that day, she felt as if part of her memory had been erased, and she could not remember how she fell into Song Yanyi's arms. But the moment she regained consciousness, her eyes unconsciously looked for Cui Rong's figure.

Seeing the barely perceptible paleness on Cui Rongrong's cheek, Zhao Xianer felt an inexplicable secret sense of comfort in her heart.

However, as time passed silently, Song Yanyi's side was still like stagnant water, without any ripples, which made Zhao Xianer's heart shrouded in a faint haze.

She pondered in her heart, how could Song Yanyi remain indifferent to such a big storm? Could he really remain calm?

Mrs. Shen noticed that Zhao Xian'er did not respond for a long time, and the expression on her face gradually became solemn, and a hint of worry was revealed in her eyes, which were full of traces of time.