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

In response to Feng Yang's explanation, Cui Rong simply glanced at him calmly: "If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fails to get the information he wants from you, he will naturally become suspicious of you. What exactly does he want to find out?"

Feng Yang told her frankly, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seems to be very interested in your recent relationships, and he seems to have a hint of doubt. Miss, you need to be more cautious when you go out in the future."

Cui Rong did not show too much surprise about this.

She already knew Song Yanyi's thoughts very well, and also knew why he acted like this.

Obviously, all this is related to Wen Yinyang urging Song Yanchen to propose to the emperor to strengthen the city's defenses, and Song Yanyi learned the news through the palace's spies.

She lowered her eyes, skillfully hiding her inner indifference.

This strategy originally came from her and was proposed by Song Yanyi, so it was reasonable for him to suspect that she had some connection with Song Yanchen.

However, without solid evidence, Song Yanyi had no choice but to send someone to monitor.

Cui Rongrong made a promise to Feng Yang: "Don't worry, I will make all the arrangements. Later, I will let the captured secret guard return with you."

Feng Yang was stunned when he heard this: "Miss, you don't plan to punish him? If he returns to the palace with me, he will most likely report it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. In this case, won't your secret be exposed?"

There was obvious fear on his face, but Cui Rong smiled lightly, with a glimmer of confidence in her eyes: "I have my own way to keep him silent. Besides, he is the prince's man. If he can't return safely, your situation will not be much better."

Feng Yang was speechless. At this moment, he had no choice but to believe Cui Rongrong.

Cui Rong gently comforted him, "You should go back earlier. Tianlang will be waiting for you at the back door. He will teach you how to deal with the questioning of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Feng Yang nodded, turned around and disappeared into the night.

……

When Song Yanyi saw Feng Yang returning with the wounded secret guard, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"What is going on?" he asked in a deep voice.

Feng Yang replied calmly, "He accidentally alerted the Cui family's guards, and I went to great lengths to rescue him from their encirclement."

"A bunch of rubbish!" Song Yanyi shouted angrily, "You should be thankful that you didn't fall into the hands of the Cui family. The methods they use to deal with assassins are not something you can withstand."

"Even if we fall into the hands of the enemy, we will never leak any information about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. This is our bottom line as subordinates." Feng Yang stated firmly.

Song Yanyi's expression eased slightly, but when he looked at the wounded secret guard, his eyes still showed disgust: "Take him down to heal his wounds."

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Seeing that Song Yanyi did not ask any further questions, Feng Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly led the injured secret guard away.

He carefully placed the weak, almost dying secret guard on the soft bed. The man's breathing was so thin that only a faint sound from deep in his throat could be vaguely detected.

Feng Yang pursed his lips into a tight line, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew that this loyal soldier had been cruelly tortured by Cui Rong to the point of losing his voice, and even if he wanted to reveal the truth, it was too late to change the situation.

He whispered to himself, his voice mixed with helplessness and sadness: "In this chess game of power, we are just chess pieces following our own destiny and being loyal to our own masters."

After he finished speaking, he slowly left the room with heavy steps and a lot on his mind.

The next morning, before the sun had completely dispelled the night's gloom, Song Yanyi arrived outside the East Palace gate and asked the solemn guards for an audience with the emperor.

However, all he got in response were cold faces and blunt rejections.

A guard looked embarrassed, and his tone was mixed with sympathy: "The emperor is currently discussing the border defense plan with His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince. I'm afraid Your Highness won't be able to get an audience with the emperor in the next few days."

He paused, and added: "Even the honorable Queen wanted to visit Your Highness today, but was politely turned away by the Emperor. The Emperor said that Your Highness needs time to reflect on himself. As a prince, he cannot ignore the royal rules just because of his special status..."

Song Yanyi's expression darkened instantly, and a barely perceptible coldness flashed across his eyes: "Where are Father and Sixth Brother now?"

The guard lowered his voice, as if afraid of revealing some secrets: "In the Qinzheng Palace. When the Queen asked to see the Emperor today, she saw with her own eyes that the Emperor and the Sixth Prince walked out side by side. The intimacy and importance they showed was extraordinary."

He paused for a moment, and then continued, as if to comfort her: "The Queen has specifically instructed that Your Highness should be patient, and she has her own way to lift the confinement order on Your Highness."

Song Yanyi said nothing, just nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the shadow of the palace.

Every step of that heavy footstep seemed to step on Song Yanchen's heart, causing the guards watching on the side to touch their chests involuntarily.

Inside the hall, Song Yanyi paced back and forth, trying his best to suppress the anger surging in his heart.

After being reborn, he never expected that he would be forced into such a desperate situation by Song Yanchen again!

He knew very well that if he only relied on the queen to save him, his position as crown prince would be in jeopardy.

There was a cold flash in Song Yanyi's eyes, and he quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

With a barely perceptible smile on his lips, he looked out the window, with a plan in mind.

Then, he quietly summoned a secret guard and whispered a few words. The secret guard nodded in understanding, and disappeared into the hall in a flash.

At the same time, Song Yanchen was immersed in the joy of victory, with an irrepressible smile on his face.

He specially summoned several singers to sing and play music to entertain the party.

One of the singers sang a Jiangnan tune in the soft Wu dialect. The melody was lingering and sad, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

After the song, the singer sat down beside Song Yanchen lightly, with a cunning light in her eyes. She snuggled in his arms and said in a soft voice: "Your Highness the Sixth Prince has not visited me for a long time. It is rare for His Highness to come to visit me today."

She sighed softly, with a hint of resentment in her voice: "I don't even remember how long I have been ignored by Your Highness. Doesn't Your Highness miss me?"

The beauty's gentle complaint was as soft as spring water, enough to move even the hardest-hearted person.

As Song Yanchen was in a particularly good mood today, he enjoyed the singer's coquettish behavior.

He embraced the beauty in his arms and laughed heartily: "I'm here, right? I've been really busy lately, and I finally got some free time, so of course I came to see you. Isn't that enough?"

The singer leaned her head on his shoulder softly, her voice full of dissatisfaction and desire: "How can that be enough? I love you so deeply that I wish I could see you every day. How can a reunion after such a long separation relieve my longing for you?"