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

Chapter 264 Heartbreaking Pain

The court officials from all walks of life argued endlessly about this matter based on their different positions and interests, which made him upset.

As soon as they stepped into the tent, Qing'an, Fu Xian and other close associates immediately bowed respectfully. Their expressions showed both awe and a bit of worry.

"Is she awake?"

Song Yanyi's voice was somewhat anxious.

Cuizhu responded softly, with a tone of uneasiness in her voice: "He was awake for a while before, and now he may have fallen asleep again."

"Have you had your meal?"

Cuizhu shook her head slightly, a hint of worry in her eyes.

His eyes dimmed instantly, anger surged in his chest, and he strode in through the curtain.

There was only a flickering dim candlelight in the tent, illuminating the bed, where a slightly bulging figure lay, her whole body hidden under the quilt. Only the faint sound of her breathing proved her existence.

Song Yanyi could tell at a glance that she was not actually asleep.

His eyes swept across the already cooled food beside him, and he slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, his tone filled with a bit of helplessness and anger: "Are you going to use this old hunger strike protest trick again?"

She lay there quietly, without saying a word and without moving an inch.

His brows were furrowed, and his face became increasingly gloomy: "I haven't had time to settle today's matter with you yet, and you're already throwing a tantrum?"

And she remained silent.

Finally, his impatience that had been suppressed for so long reached its peak. He suddenly lifted the quilt and pulled her back from the edge of dream and reality.

"Wanwan, you should understand that my patience has its limits."

She was forced to open her eyes, which were empty and desperate, like an extinguished candle.

He held her chin tightly, and his words revealed an unquestionable strength: "Do you still remember the promise you made to me in Qingzhou? You said that you would stay in Yanjing and not go anywhere. However, did you do it?"

His eyes were as cold as a knife, piercing her sharply: "How dare you threaten me? Could it be that my daily pampering has made you forget who you are?"

She struggled to speak, her voice full of reluctance and pain: "It's you, it's you who pushed me to this point step by step."

Since the day she left Yanjing, she decided not to look back.

Now that she was forcibly brought back, she tried to escape from that shadow by opening a pharmacy, but found that it was just self-deception.

She silently endured the third room's intrigues, Jiang Xuejun's repeated provocations, and the rumors that were everywhere.

It was not until the eldest lady came to her house in person and asked her in a condescending manner to be a well-behaved concubine that she suddenly realized that every moment in Yanjing was a ruthless trampling on her self-esteem.

Why couldn't she fight for herself?

He held her wrist tightly, the anger burning in his eyes seemed to be able to spread at any time: "I force you? You want to open a medicine shop, dream of becoming a doctor, and ask me to keep a distance from you. When have I ever stopped you? I indulged you to the point that you treat me like nothing. Who do you think I am? Well, since you think so, let me show you what it will be like when I really force you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ripped off her belt and pressed her down on the bed.

"Well!"

She screamed in surprise and then fell into the soft quilt. Then, his figure came over like a mountain, and the sound of clothes tearing echoed in the air, which was particularly harsh.

"Song Yanyi, you lunatic! You will not have a good ending!"

She cursed at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with determination.

"A good ending? I have already carried my 'good ending'!"

She is the biggest punishment in his life - he can't hold her, he can't keep her, and all his efforts and plans will eventually disappear like flowing water.

In front of her, he seemed like a puppet driven by emotions, and she, that heartless and ungrateful person, always occupied the cage of his heart.

He pressed her down on the bed gently but firmly, with an irresistible force in his movements.

She struggled helplessly under him, and the anklets made bursts of crisp and cold sounds as she moved, like bells in the cold wind, shrill and desperate.

He tried to spread her tightly closed legs. The anger burning in his chest seemed to be looking for an outlet, and he was eager to pour out all his resentment and resentment.

But the moment he felt that fear, the person under him trembled all over because of extreme fear, and the panic flashing in his eyes was like a frightened rabbit in the woods, full of helplessness and pleading.

He paused, and his heart, which had been as hard as steel, inexplicably softened at this moment, as if some warm emotion was quietly melting the ice in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and the storm in his heart gradually subsided, followed by unprecedented tenderness and compassion.

He held her in his arms. Her frail body was still shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Her pale face was covered with traces of tears. The tears fell silently like pearls from a broken string, wetting his clothes. They were like sharp arrows, piercing his heart.

This pain was more heart-wrenching than the physical trauma caused by her knife during the day.

He slowly closed his eyes and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to give her all the comfort and protection with his arms.

She no longer resisted, leaving only low sobs, which gradually became weaker in the quiet night.

And he just remained silent, and a subtle and strange silence formed between the two of them.

As the night deepened and time passed, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and finally fell into a deep sleep sobbing. The tear marks at the corners of her eyes appeared particularly clear in the moonlight.

He lowered his head and gazed at her tear-stained face, with heartache and reluctance intertwined in his heart.

He gently stretched out his fingertips and gently wiped away the tears hanging on her eyelashes. Every movement was full of delicacy and care.

The next morning, Cui Rong seemed to be awakened by the sound of a horn in her nightmare and opened her eyes in a trance.

Outside the tent, the horn for returning to Beijing had sounded, and Song Yanyi had already dressed and was ready to set off.

On the side, Qing'an was busy reporting on various matters regarding the return journey, with a hint of nervousness and haste in his voice.

"Sir, shall we go back to the mansion directly, or go to the palace first?"

Qing'an asked, with a hint of hesitation between his brows.

"Go back home first."

Song Yanyi's answer was brief and clear, but his eyes involuntarily turned to the sleeping Cui Rongrong, with complex emotions in his eyes.

Seeing this, Qing An continued to ask cautiously: "Then...what about my cousin? How should we arrange it?"

"Send it back to Songhe Garden."

His tone was calm, yet it contained an unquestionable determination.

As soon as these words were spoken, Cui Rong's whole body shook violently, and her face instantly turned as pale as snow.

She tried to move her feet slightly, and the slight clinking sound of the anklets seemed particularly harsh in this quiet space.

Song Yanyi turned to look at her, his voice returning to its usual indifference: "Awake?"