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

Chapter 270 I hurt myself

The implication is that Su Yan's romantic affairs are also widely known in the capital.

Su Yan was well-known for his romanticism and was known to everyone in the brothels. Many women vied with each other to ask him to write lyrics and compose music for them.

Unlike him, other officials were mostly very cautious even when they went to places of entertainment, fearing that they would tarnish their reputations with the slightest carelessness. Only Su Yan went in and out calmly, and he frequently changed his female companions.

However, surprisingly, he was praised as a man of deep affection because of this.

The reason for this is that he is never fickle in his emotions and will only start a new relationship after ending an old one.

Su Yan waved the folding fan in his hand leisurely, his tone revealed a bit of disdain and carefreeness: "I was born in poverty, unlike you children of noble families who have so many rules. Fame is nothing but a puff of smoke to me."

"The case of the rebellion of the Prince of Jin is about to be solved. You have made great contributions. You will be promoted step by step. It is better to restrain yourself."

Su Yan has been in officialdom for nearly four years. He was able to stay in Beijing thanks to his talent as the third place in the imperial examination. However, due to his lack of family background, he served as a sixth-rank official in the Ministry of Revenue for four years. His position was not prominent and his power was limited. He was not a powerful figure in the capital.

But he knew that once he was promoted, those eyes watching from the dark would follow him closely and watch him even more closely...

"I see."

Song Yanyi responded briefly, then turned and walked into his own residence, heading straight for the quiet Songhe Garden.

"Master!"

When Cuizhu saw Song Yanyi returning home, she hurried forward to greet him, her eyes full of concern.

"Is she still resting?"

Song Yanyi's voice was gentle, but his eyes showed a hint of urgency.

"My cousin woke up early, but she just refused to eat."

Cuizhu frowned slightly and said worriedly, "My cousin seems to be in a very bad mood. This can't go on."

Song Yanyi didn't say much when he heard this. He pushed open the door and saw that she was still lying quietly on the bed. When she saw him, she turned over and faced away from him in a huff.

Perhaps because she hadn't been out in the sun for a few days, her face looked paler and bloodless.

Song Yanyi walked slowly to the bedside and asked softly, "Why don't you eat?"

There was no response from the other party, and only silence flowed between the two.

"How about I go out with you to relax?"

He suggested again, his tone laced with gentle coaxing.

However, she remained silent, as if she had strengthened her resolve.

Seeing this, Song Yanyi's eyes turned colder, and his voice became a little harder: "If you continue to be angry with me like this, then I will have no choice but to forbid you to go out."

Hearing this, her body trembled slightly, and she turned her head immediately, with a questioning look in her eyes: "When can you let me leave here?"

"A month at most."

There was unquestionable determination in his tone.

A look of confusion emerged on her face, and she looked at the man in front of her suspiciously, as if trying to guess the truthfulness of his words.

He smiled faintly and said, "As long as you are obedient, eat on time, and stop making trouble, the deadline can be shortened."

A hint of wariness flashed across Cui Rong's eyes, and she was puzzled as to why he suddenly became so easy to talk to.

Just a few days ago, he acted as if he was going to imprison her here for life!

"Let's eat something first."

Song Yanyi called out softly, "Someone, prepare the meal."

Cuizhu quickly led the little maid to bring the food, placed it on the small table beside the bed, and then quickly left.

Song Yanyi looked at her gently, and Cui Rongrong finally chose to compromise. She knew that she had no choice but to trust him.

She sat up with difficulty, and he handed the bowl and chopsticks to her.

She held the chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Can you shorten the time?"

He glanced at her sideways, a hint of smile in his eyes.

Yes, this is her character. Once she sees the dawn of hope, she can't help but want more.

As soon as he gave in a little, she began to push her limits.

She felt embarrassed when he looked at her, so she said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid Ajin will worry about me..."

It was rare to see him so accommodating, and his eyes were filled with a hidden meaning: “Okay, if everything goes well, I’ll let you leave next month.”

"Really?"

There was a glimmer of joy in her eyes.

"When have I ever lied to you?"

He had indeed never broken his word to her, and he would never resort to any deception.

Cui Rong felt relieved and finally started to eat.

"I found some interesting gadgets in the palace today. I'll have someone bring them to you tomorrow to show you. The court is busy these days, so I'm afraid I can't stay with you for too long."

The case of Prince Jin's treason needs to be decided quickly, and delay will only give the enemy a chance to catch their breath.

But once he got busy, he inevitably neglected her existence.

But she was at an age when her thoughts were full of thoughts, and he was really worried about her making trouble outside, so he placed her in Songhe Garden, where at least she would be safe.

As for punishment, he found that he could never stay angry with her for long.

Thinking back to when I found out she was trying to escape again a few days ago, I was so angry that my lungs almost exploded.

However, whenever he saw her pitiful appearance, all his anger would inexplicably disappear.

"Ah."

Cui Rong lowered her head to eat, but she was muttering in her heart: Does she need his company?

He caught her perfunctory tone, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "You have to wait for me to come back every night and change your medicine before going to bed."

Cui Rongrong frowned: "Even if it's late at night, do I have to wait for you?"

Recently he came home very late almost every night, and even though she was exhausted, he still enjoyed tormenting her.

"What else? How did I get injured?"

There was a hint of displeasure in his voice. It was clearly her own fault!

Cui Rong pursed her lips tightly, not wanting to cause any trouble, and just replied softly: "I understand."

The restlessness in his heart gradually melted away like the mist blown away by the spring breeze. He picked up the chopsticks placed aside. Every movement seemed so calm. He leisurely savored the food in the bowl, and every bite was a delicate taste of life.

In the following days, Song Yanyi seemed to have become a hurried traveler between dawn and dusk. Before the first ray of sunlight in the sky awakened the sleeping city, his figure had disappeared outside the door; and when the night sky was filled with stars, he dragged his tired steps back home.

Wanru seemed to have become the watcher of time. Day after day, she suppressed her deep sleepiness and quietly waited for his return. She carefully applied ointment for him and made sure his wounds were properly taken care of. Only then would she fall asleep peacefully.

During this period, he was no longer as close to her as usual. Even when they slept in the same bed, he only held her gently in his arms, and his movements were cautious, as if he also deeply understood the pain of having difficulty falling asleep due to pain.

In this way, a silent understanding was formed between the two, and they could feel each other's boundaries and needs without words.

Whenever she was on the verge of emotional collapse, he would cleverly sense it, relax his tense nerves at the right time, and take a step back, which in turn would open up a broad space in each other's hearts.