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

Chapter 193 The Taste of Calculation

He was seriously injured while saving her. She felt mixed emotions. She never thought that he would be so desperate to block a sword for her.

In her eyes, such impulse was too reckless for Song Yanyi.

This life-saving grace, as heavy as a mountain, almost made her breathless, because she knew that she had nothing to repay it.

She pursed her lips, lowered her head and carefully wiped his face with a slightly damp towel, each stroke being extremely gentle.

Cuizhu brought in the boiled medicine soup, and she fed him patiently and carefully.

Time passed slowly in the scent of medicine and silence. After another hour, she reached out and touched his forehead again. The heat seemed to have subsided a little, so she carefully changed for a cool handkerchief, and finally a big stone in her heart fell to the ground.

Sleepiness came over her like a tide, and soon she fell into a deep sleep on the edge of the bed.

As the night deepened, Song Yanyi finally woke up slowly.

When he opened his eyes slightly, what he saw was Cui Rong's figure lying obediently beside the bed.

He stretched out his hand, gently caressing her pure cheek with his fingertips, and his heart was filled with unprecedented peace and satisfaction.

Fortunately, she is safe and sound; fortunately, she is still quietly by my side.

Cuizhu pushed open the door and saw Song Yanyi waking up. She quickly said softly, "Master, you're awake."

"Don't wake her."

Song Yanyi's voice was low but carried an authority that could not be ignored.

Cuizhu immediately lowered her voice: "Yes, I understand."

Cuizhu was about to leave the room, but she seemed to remember something and added in a low voice, "When the young master was sent back today, the old lady and the others came to visit."

She hesitated for a moment and continued, "At that time, your hand was tightly holding Miss Wan's hand, so..."

Therefore, the hidden feelings between them are no longer a secret kept within one person’s heart.

Song Yanyi's face was calm, but his tone left no room for doubt: "I see. Have the Imperial Guards been here?"

"Yes, they said they caught him alive and will interrogate him today and report to us tomorrow."

"You go down."

Cuizhu responded and quietly left.

Song Yanyi's fingertips gently slid across Cui Rongrong's cheek, and he thought to himself, what does it matter what people say, why not take this opportunity to welcome her into the house in a legitimate way, why be bound by those outdated rules?

As long as she is by his side, his heart can find a moment of peace.

Thinking back to the anxiety and fear he felt when he ran all over the city looking for her last night, it was a panic he had never experienced before. It was also the first time he realized that she had already become an indispensable part of his life.

Cui Rongrong felt the gentle touch on her face, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes in a half-asleep state.

"you're awake?"

She immediately met Song Yanyi's deep eyes.

"Ah."

Cui Rongrong reached out her hand and touched his forehead with concern: "The doctor said that your injury is not serious and the fever has subsided. There is no danger to your life."

He responded calmly, still maintaining that unique indifference.

Cui Rong wanted to question him, but seeing his weak appearance, she swallowed the words back and could only purse her lips and sigh to herself.

"Then you take a rest, I'll go out first."

Cui Rongrong had been lying there for too long and her legs and feet were numb. She was about to get up and leave, but he grabbed her wrist tightly.

Cui Rong frowned slightly: "Is there anything else?"

He looked at her steadily, and his cold voice carried a hint of trickery: "Stay with me."

"I'm tired after a whole day. Let Cuizhu take care of you."

"Then come up and sleep together."

Cui Rong was speechless for a moment.

She suppressed her dissatisfaction and reluctantly sat down on the edge of the bed.

Unexpectedly, he pulled her suddenly, and she lost her balance and fell on the bed.

She hurriedly tried to get up, but he held her down: "It's a done deal, why are you still hiding? What's the difference between you staying by my bed all night and sleeping with me all night?"

She glared at him angrily: "How dare you say that!"

Although she had originally intended to let bygones be bygones, he took the initiative to bring up the matter, which surprised Cui Rongrong.

She wanted to struggle angrily, but noticed that his left shoulder was bleeding from the action, so she stopped immediately.

Song Yanyi looked at her and said gently, "Go to sleep."

Cui Rong felt a chill in her heart, and suddenly realized why she always found it difficult to resist him - it was because he was crueler than anyone else, crueler to others and even crueler to himself.

He would risk tearing his wounds just to keep her by his side, as if there was nothing he was unwilling to sacrifice.

"what happened?"

he asked softly.

Cui Rong bit her lower lip and asked, "Why did you save me?"

He himself couldn't explain it, he just remembered that at that moment, the only clear thought in his mind was not to let her get hurt.

He gently stroked the broken hair on her temples, and his voice was unquestionable: "Wanwan, you are mine."

Cui Rong couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine, as if she was imprisoned by invisible shackles with nowhere to escape.

It was late at night when Cui Rong fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up the next day, her eyes were slightly dark.

The imperial physician had already changed the medicine for Song Yanyi, and Cui Rongrong was holding a bowl full of medicine, preparing to feed it to him.

At this time, Cuizhu hurried in, looking a little nervous but also a little excited: "Sir, Madam Zhuang is here."

"what's up?"

Cuizhu glanced at Cui Rongrong and lowered her voice, unable to conceal her excitement: "They said they wanted to invite Miss Cousin to come over, maybe it's related to the matter of taking a concubine."

The medicine bowl in Cui Rong's hand paused slightly, a hint of panic flashed across her eyes, and her heart was in turmoil again.

Song Yanyi showed no emotion at all. He just told Cui Rongrong indifferently, "Mother always favors those children who behave themselves and don't cause trouble. If she asks you anything, you should put the blame on me and try to behave well and honestly. I think this is not a difficult task for someone as meticulous as you."

There was a barely perceptible warmth in his tone, as if he was silently giving Cui Rong a kind of protection in this way.

Cui Rong frowned slightly when she heard this. Although such words were practical, they always made people feel uncomfortable, as if they contained a hint of exploitation and calculation.

She gently placed the bowl of warm medicine on the table beside the bed, then slowly stood up and prepared to leave, with a hint of subtle loneliness in her movements.

"Go, go and come back quickly."

Song Yanyi's voice sounded again, adding a sense of unquestionability.

Cui Rong turned around and looked into his eyes. His eyes, which were usually gentle and elegant, now revealed an irresistible coldness. This made her feel dissatisfied. Who was she? Was she his servant? !

His pale face looked even weaker in the dim candlelight, and there was no warmth in his tone: "Remember to change the medicine for me when you come back."

Cui Rongrong's eyes inadvertently slid across the eye-catching red gauze on his chest, which was the bandage of the wound, and she felt sad.