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

Chapter 209 Deep love

After hearing this, Xu Shujin's face was filled with a bright smile, and he held Cui Rongrong's hand expectantly: "Okay!"

Cui Rongrong looked out the window. Scattered vendors dotted the streets. Although it was not as prosperous as Yanjing and did not have those exquisite pavilions and towers, it was more simple and peaceful.

Here, they may be able to find their own peace and happiness.

In Yanjing City, a center of prosperity and power, Song Yanyi's reclusive behavior was like throwing a stone into the water, causing ripples.

In Songhe Garden, the green bamboos sway gently, as if sighing over the determination and sorrow of this powerful official.

For thirty whole days, there was much discussion inside and outside the court. No one knew why this once powerful man chose to withdraw at this critical moment, leaving only the word "illness" as an excuse. Even His Majesty the Emperor had to send an envoy to try to find out the thoughts of this important official.

Su Yan, a loyal and alert friend, stepped into Songhe Garden in a hurry, with a bit of anxiety and worry.

In front of him, the once high-spirited Song Yanyi now looked so thin and haggard, as if a gust of wind could take him away. Su Yan's heart suddenly tightened, and he asked in disbelief: "Xianyu, what's wrong with you? Why torture yourself to this extent?"

Song Yanyi was dressed in plain white, thin clothes, and his hair was half long, simply tied up with a white ribbon. This casual outfit contrasted with the indifference and alienation on his face.

He remained silent, his fingertips lightly plucking the guqin. The low sound of the strings was like the unspeakable pain in his heart, making people reluctant to disturb him.

Su Yan's voice was soft and cautious, as if he was talking to a wounded beast. He wanted to comfort but was afraid to touch the scar: "A month has passed, life and death are reincarnated, and we who are still alive still need to move forward. You know, what she wants to see is your strength, not your depression at the moment."

Song Yanyi's fingertips paused slightly on the strings, and it seemed that for a moment, a subtle emotional fluctuation flashed in his eyes - would she be sad for his decadence at this moment?

At that fateful moment, did she ever think about how he would bear it?

Seeing this, Su Yan spoke with a firmer tone, trying to use reason to wake up this friend who was immersed in sadness: "Xianyu, if you continue like this, the government may be in turmoil. Is the plan we have been planning for many years going to fail because of personal feelings? She would definitely like to see you live out your own splendor."

Song Yanyi finally raised his eyes from the strings of the zither. After a moment of silence, he finally uttered a sentence: "Tomorrow, I will return to the court."

This is not only to fulfill one's duty, but also to allow her soul in heaven to rest in peace.

A stone in Su Yan's heart fell to the ground quietly, and he knew that his friend's knot was gradually being untied.

Song Yanyi stood up and slowly walked out of Songhe Garden. Seeing this, Qingan, who was guarding outside the door, hurried to follow him, but was stopped by him in a cold tone: "No need to follow."

Qing'an stopped, his eyes full of worry, and saw Song Yanyi walking towards the ruined Qiu Shui Courtyard.

It used to be a land of peace and tranquility, but now it has become a forbidden area that no one dares to set foot in. Not only because of the sudden fire, but also because of the strict ban issued by Song Yanyi, making it even more desolate and lonely.

Stepping into Qiu Shui Courtyard, Song Yanyi's lonely figure blended into this abandoned place, as if he was a part of this dead silence.

He could not continue to dwell in his sorrow and had to sort out her belongings so that they would not be left alone here, to be forgotten by time.

Everything in the courtyard had changed beyond recognition. The clothes in the closet had turned into pieces. Those were the clothes she had worn. He carefully packed each piece, as if he was recalling the warmth of the past through these pieces.

The specially designed medicine rack was destroyed in the fire, leaving only a few medicine grinding tools. Those treasures that were like life to her were also carefully collected by him.

Looking at the guqin of which only the charred remains remained, he felt a trace of bitterness in his heart. She always mischievously avoided practicing the guqin. Perhaps he should not have forced her to fall in love with the sound of the guqin. That was not what she loved.

On the dressing table, jewelry was scattered, most of it damaged, mixed with gold and silver. She was often shy and unwilling to wear those accessories he carefully selected for her, like a timid and innocent little animal.

He sorted out the broken things one by one and opened her boxes.

Most of the items in the box were miraculously intact. Most of the clothes and medicinal herbs were old items from the Xu family, which she regarded as treasures.

As he was gently rummaging through the things, he suddenly stopped, a strange feeling rising in his heart - as if something important was missing.

Her memory goes back to a year ago when she fled to Yanjing with Xu Shujin and sought help from the Song family.

Then, the arrival of the Xu family, especially the intervention of the stepmother, made things complicated and even alarmed the government.

If it weren't for his secret mediation, the Xu family would never let her go so easily.

Why is the Xu family so obsessed with an orphan girl?

unless……

She carried with her enough wealth to make their hearts flutter.

Although he never delved into it deeply, because he did not care about material gains and losses, he had a vague guess in his heart that Cui Rong must have touched upon the interests of her stepmother, which led to the relentless pursuit.

This thought suddenly woke him up, and he began to search the room frantically. Boxes and cabinets were opened one by one, and objects were scattered all over the floor. He carefully searched every corner, but did not find anything valuable, let alone any trace of the banknotes.

Even in the area destroyed by the fire, there should have been some clues, but he found nothing.

Could it be that his judgment was wrong?

Cui Rongrong did not leave with any wealth?

still is……

Song Yanyi's expression changed slightly, and the doubts in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He called out to his servant in a stern voice: "Someone come!"

The servant outside the door came in hurriedly: "What do you want, young master?"

"Send Qing'an to Linzhou and bring the Xu family here. Tell them that Cui Rongrong has passed away and ask them to bid her a final farewell."

"Yes!"

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"Cui Rongrong really left this time."

The third lady felt an indescribable sense of relief.

I was originally worried that if she survived and became Song Yanyi's concubine, what would happen to her in the future.

Especially if she encouraged Song Yanyi to investigate the incident involving horse bandits, once she was implicated, it would be an irreparable embarrassment and crisis.

Xie Xiuyun snorted coldly, with a bit of gloating in her tone: "That girl has brought trouble upon herself. Now that Xu Shujin is no longer alive, how can she still have the face to live in this world?"

"I didn't expect Song Yanyi to have such deep feelings for that girl. Not only did he set up a mourning hall in Songhe Garden, he also planned to invite people from the Xu family to pay their respects. It's really..."

The Third Lady was still frightened whenever she thought of this. If that girl really became Song Yanyi's concubine, with her skills, her own position would probably be in jeopardy.

Xie Xiuyun complained dissatisfiedly: "Those vulgar merchants of the Xu family are worthy of entering the Song family? What if they use this opportunity to climb up, how can we live?"