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

She and her father, General Cui, have worked hard for six years, and planned and strived for countless days and nights, only to gain temporary peace on the border so that the people can live and work in peace. If this peace is destroyed because of their selfish desires, and the war is reignited, how sad it will be, and when will the shadow of war dissipate?

"Go on." Cui Rong's voice was as cold as ice and did not allow for any further discussion.

Mu Fan could feel the chilling breath emanating from her body. His throat rolled over and he swallowed the tension that was about to come out. He continued, "In addition to ceding land, the Crown Prince and the Sixth Prince also promised countless gold and silver treasures. The request of the frontier leader was more straightforward. First, he wanted to get rid of General Cui to eliminate future troubles. Second, he wanted to obtain confidential information from the Bian Tang court so as to gain the upper hand in future games."

"As for me, although I served as a messenger during my time in Bian Tang, I have said everything I know without reservation. Miss Cui, can you fulfill your promise and remove this poison that has penetrated deep into my bones?"

After Mu Fan finished speaking, he looked at Cui Rong earnestly, trying to catch a hint of response from her face.

Cui Rong was silent for a moment, her eyes as cold as ice. She glanced at Mu Fan lightly, then took out an exquisite little bottle from her sleeve and threw it to him with a neat movement.

Seeing this, Mu Fan's heart was instantly filled with joy, and he couldn't wait to raise his head and swallow the life-saving antidote.

Jiang Zhen's eyes flickered subtly, as if he was evaluating something.

At this time, Cui Rong slowly spoke, with a hint of coldness in her voice: "Even if the poison is removed, it will be difficult for your internal strength to return to its former peak state."

Mu Fan had just swallowed the antidote when his face suddenly changed, as if he wanted to spit out the medicine he had just taken. However, Cui Rongrong's cold words stopped his impulse: "If you don't detoxify, your martial arts will be wasted; detoxification, although it cannot fully restore you, can keep you alive. The choice is yours."

He hesitated again and again, but finally gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort of his body, and forced himself to swallow the antidote.

Mu Fan's eyes were filled with mixed emotions, including gratitude and resentment. He looked at Cui Rongrong and said, "Now that Miss Cui has taken control of everything, what else do I need to do next?"

Cui Rongrong ignored his dissatisfaction and said calmly: "I want you to pass a false message to the prince, telling him that there have been unusual movements on the border recently, and that he needs to obtain a military secret order that only the emperor and my father know, in order to test his reaction."

"With your wisdom and means, completing this task should be no problem," she added.

Mu Fan pulled a bitter smile from the corner of his mouth, looking somewhat helpless: "Miss Cui's first mission is so difficult. If the prince finds out, my situation will be dangerous."

Cui Rong chuckled, with a hint of amusement in her voice: "Whether the prince notices it depends on how you use your wisdom."

"You can handle the relationship between the Crown Prince and the Sixth Prince with ease, which is enough to prove that you, Mr. Mu, are extremely intelligent." There was a barely perceptible admiration in her words.

In response to this sudden compliment, Mu Fan just managed a smile: "Thank you Miss Cui for the compliment. I will definitely do my best to complete the task as soon as possible."

"Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Mu Fan asked.

Cui Rong retracted her gaze from the distance and said calmly, "Stop playing those tricks. If you dare to have any bad intentions towards me, I'm afraid you will not be able to bear the consequences."

Then, she walked out of the room side by side with Jiang Zhen, ignoring Mu Fan's expression of resentment.

In the night, the two figures crossed each other under the dim light. When they were about to part, Jiang Zhen spoke up to break the silence: "Miss Cui asked Mu Fan to set up a trap for the prince. Did you plan all this in advance?"

"No, that's not the case." Cui Rong said frankly, "At first I didn't know that Mu Fan had a relationship with the prince. It was only later that I gradually formed this plan."

Jiang Zhen raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised. "It is rumored that Miss Cui is engaged to the prince, but you let Mu Fan pass on false news to the prince. Your thoughts are really hard to understand."

"As for the prince, I naturally have my own plans. If Master Jiang is willing to lend me a helping hand, I will keep it in mind." Cui Rongrong smiled lightly, but there was a deep meaning in her words.

"It's late at night, let's stop here today."

After she finished speaking, her figure disappeared in a flash, leaving Jiang Zhen alone standing there.

Since their first confrontation, Jiang Zhen has developed a keen interest in Cui Rong and sent people to investigate her secretly. However, as he got to know her better, the mysteries surrounding her did not diminish but became even more confusing, which made him look forward to her every move.

At the same time, deep inside the palace, in the brightly lit room, Song Yanyi stared at the guards in front of him with a gloomy face and sharp eyes, seeming to be brewing some important decision...

"You can't even find a note, and you dare to come back to see me?" There was anger and disappointment in his words that was hard to conceal.

After returning to the palace, he walked into the bedroom and quickly scanned the desk, bookshelf and even every corner where the note might be hidden, but all he saw was emptiness.

The note left by Mu Fan evaporated into thin air without a trace.

An ominous premonition surged in his heart, and he immediately summoned the guards, ordering them to search carefully along every step he took back to the palace, even mobilizing his most elite forces. However, all he found in return was nothing.

This made him deeply feel for the first time that without the assistance of Cui Rong, his think tank, there seemed to be only a group of mediocre people around him who were unable to deal with emergencies!

The leader of the guards stood there with his head lowered so low that it almost touched his toes. The clothes on his back were already soaked with cold sweat, and fear and self-blame were intertwined.

"Please punish me, Your Highness! I have repeatedly checked every path Your Highness takes to return to the palace, even the grass and cracks in the rocks beside the road. I also went to the teahouse Your Highness passed by and asked every waiter in the shop. There is indeed no news about the note..." His voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it was clearly audible in the silent hall.

Song Yanyi's eyes were as cold as ice, staring coldly at the guard in front of him, "Do you know what the consequences will be if the note falls into the hands of others?"

The guard's body suddenly stiffened, as if frozen by these words. Then he seemed to realize something and hurriedly said, "I'll go look for it again!"

After he finished speaking, he almost staggered out of the room, his back looking flustered and embarrassed.

As the guards left, Song Yanyi's face became even gloomier. The warm teacup in his hand was thrown hard to the ground. The sound of porcelain breaking echoed in the hall, and the fragments scattered everywhere, frightening the palace maid who was serving beside him and making her tremble all over, her eyes full of fear.