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

Chapter 202 Reluctance

He gently held her in his warm arms, as if all the storms in the world had nothing to do with them, and only the sound of each other's heartbeats was the most real existence.

In his life, although he seemed to be extremely powerful and had everything he wanted from the outside, he was actually like a fallen leaf with no real home. In that set of iron laws and cruel order, his inner world was desolate and lifeless.

Until that rainy night, Cui Rong's quiet arrival, like the first ray of sunshine before dawn, dispelled the haze in his world.

The scene from a year ago is still as clear as yesterday.

She staggered in the rain, her clothes soaked, as if she was an elf that had traveled from another time and space. She broke into his world with an indescribable innocence amid her embarrassment.

The candlelight in the study flickered, and her trembling voice was filled with helplessness and shyness: "Sir, I just want to find a place to hide from the rain."

In contrast, the girl I met by chance at the city gate the day before was a completely different image - tough and independent, with a firm gaze. Even the cold rain could not extinguish the flame in her eyes. Compared with many men who claimed to be brave, she was even braver.

He caught a glimpse of her by chance in the speeding carriage and was deeply impressed, mistakenly thinking that she was a chivalrous woman in the world. He did not expect that in just one night, she would let down all her guard and walk into his life in an attitude that was almost irresistible.

From then on, she was like a brilliant color, bringing long-lost light and warmth to his world.

Now, the day of taking a concubine is just around the corner, only two weeks away.

Fortunately, this was just a ceremony without too much red tape, so the preparation work was not too cumbersome.

Everyone in Songhe Garden was very busy with this, carefully decorating the residence where Cui Rong would soon live, purchasing all kinds of items, and Cuizhu's figure was moving around in every corner, as if there was always something to do.

Cui Rongrong took care of the sick Song Yanyi wholeheartedly. She changed his dressings on time every day and carefully prepared medicine. She also took time out of her busy schedule to read ancient books with him to relieve his boredom.

Under her careful care, Song Yanyi recovered quickly and was able to get out of bed and move around soon.

In the blink of an eye, there were only seven days left until that auspicious day.

Although he has not fully recovered, Song Yanyi, as an important official in the court, has been eager to devote himself to the busy government affairs, and his days are still full and tight.

One morning, following the hurried footsteps of Cuizhu, she hurriedly announced: "The master is here!"

At this time, Cui Rong was walking into the room carrying a cup of hot medicine. Upon hearing the news, she immediately left the room smartly, leaving the room in silence.

About an hour later, the master left with a serious expression.

Cui Rongrong opened the door again, and what came into her sight was Song Yanyi sitting at the desk with a frown on his face.

"What happened?"

Cui Rongrong's tone was full of curiosity and concern.

"Something has happened in Qizhou and I need to go and solve it."

He answered lightly.

"What exactly is the situation?"

There wasn't much emotion on Cui Rongrong's face, only a hint of worry.

"It seems that there is a case that may be related to the previous salt tax controversy."

He explained.

The salt tax case was of great importance. Even if there was only a slight connection, he had to treat it with caution and go in person to investigate.

Cui Rongrong frowned slightly, revealing her concern for him: "But cousin, you have just recovered. Running around like this will not be good for your recovery, right?"

He pinched her cheek gently, his eyes full of pampering: "Do you think I'm so easily broken?"

Cui Rong stared at him in confusion, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

He sighed: "I'm worried that it will delay our concubine ceremony."

"Qizhou is not far from the capital, and it is easy to go back and forth within a day. How can it be too late?"

Cui Rong seemed very relaxed.

"I'm afraid that if things get complicated, I might not be able to make it back in time."

He said frankly.

Cui Rong smiled when she heard this: "Then change the date. What's so difficult about that?"

He held her hand tightly, wrapped her small hand with his own, and looked very serious: "This means a lot to me."

Cui Rong was startled for a moment, and then she was surrounded by a warm current, with a surge of sweetness and touching feeling in her heart.

He suddenly changed the subject: "Or, forget it."

"what?"

She was caught off guard.

"I decided not to go to Qizhou."

An indescribable emotion was churning in his heart, a feeling that even he himself could not explain.

It is obvious that she has been so gentle and considerate during this period of time, and even arranged the matter of taking a concubine in an orderly manner.

But there was always a lingering sense of uneasiness in his heart, perhaps it was just his own excessive worry.

"How can I do this? State affairs are more important than personal affairs. If you delay state affairs because of this, I'm afraid you will be criticized by the first wife."

Cui Rong muttered softly, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

He smiled and pulled her onto his lap: "You, you have more and more little thoughts."

Cui Rong snorted softly, but her tone was full of tenderness: "I just don't want to put you in a dilemma. But you have to promise me that you must come back as soon as possible. If I still can't see you after seven days, I really won't care about you anymore."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, and the uneasiness in his heart faded away by her coquettishness. He pinched her cheek again: "Don't worry, I will come back as soon as possible."

"Ah."

Cui Rongrong responded softly.

Time was running out, so he didn't dare to delay for a moment and decided to set off immediately.

Qing'an quickly prepared two sets of replacement clothes for Song Yanyi.

"Master, the luggage is packed."

Song Yanyi then stood up and prepared to set off.

Cui Rong stood quietly in the room, watching his back gradually disappear into the distance, feeling an indescribable pain in her heart.

This separation may be forever.

A wave of sadness spread in her chest. She hoped that he could focus on his work, but she also selfishly longed to see him one more time.

"Song Yanyi!"

Finally, she couldn't help herself and shouted out his full name.

He paused, turned around and looked back, his brows full of confusion.

She walked towards him step by step, each step carrying thousands of words.

"You are really getting bolder and bolder. You are calling me by my full name?"

Although he said this, there was no trace of blame in his tone, but rather a hint of relief.

She saw the subtle joy in his eyes.

At this moment, he clearly read attachment and reluctance in her eyes, which was an unprecedented affection and dependence.

She stared at him intently, her eyes seeming to engrave his features deeply in her heart at this moment, because she knew that this might be their last meeting, the last time they would look at each other face to face.