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

Chapter 267 Give Her a Way to Live

"Rebel!"

The master's rebuke was like a violent storm, and every word was like a sharp blade, trying to cut off that unethical emotion.

His eyes showed both the pain of a father and the determination of a head of the family, an almost paranoid protection of the family's honor.

And Song Yanyi, hidden under his indifferent face is a tenacious heart.

He bowed deeply, and every movement was full of respect and determination, as if telling everyone that even the pressure from his family could not change his inner decision.

The moment he turned and left, his back looked particularly upright, which showed his persistence in his self-beliefs and his fearless acceptance of the coming storm.

Qing'an was standing by, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and every beat was accompanied by pain.

The master's anger was like a sudden earthquake to the people in the mansion, leaving them at a loss as to what to do.

He followed Song Yanyi closely. Although his steps were fast, he felt mixed emotions in his heart. The uncertainty about the future made beads of sweat appear on his forehead, and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

In Songhe Garden, Cui Rong slowly opened her eyes. The tranquility around her formed a sharp contrast with her confused thoughts.

The dark green curtains gently blocked out the noise from the outside world, and the silk quilt soothed her skin softly, but it could not dispel the chill in her heart.

She looked around this room full of contradictions - it was both a cage and filled with the owner's care and complex emotions for her.

The newly replaced silver chain around her ankle and the small bell on it, every crisp sound was a ruthless mockery of her freedom.

Cui Rong's movements were extremely slow, as if even every breath she took was a struggle against the restraints.

She knew that Song Yanyi had imprisoned her here again, but wasn't this imprisonment also another form of protection?

Outside the door, as Song Yanyi walked in, a thin layer of ice seemed to condense in the air.

His voice was cold yet gentle, like a double-edged sword, which hurt her heart but also brought her a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

Facing him, Cui Rong's emotions were extremely complicated. She was angry about her situation, but couldn't help but feel a bit of powerless tenderness towards this obsession.

Although she tried to keep her words calm, she could not hide her inner struggle and desire.

Her eyes sparkled with an extreme yearning for freedom and a deep boredom with this confined life.

However, what responded to her was Song Yanyi's meaningful smile and his deep eyes, as if he could see through all her thoughts.

His touch was like ice, making Cui Rong tremble, but it also awakened the desire for freedom in her heart.

His every move reminded her that behind this "imprisonment" lay the unspeakable emotions and entanglements between the two of them, and it was a silent game about power, love and freedom.

In this gorgeous yet cold pine and crane garden, the fate of the two people is like the entangled vines, bound to each other, yet inseparable.

There was a slight tremor in Cui Rong's pupils, as if hiding thousands of words, but her tightly closed lips were like a locked door, not a single syllable came out, and the air was filled with depression.

"From now on, you will live here in peace and not take even a single step out of this place."

His words were as cold as iron, like the cold wind in winter, piercing through the heart.

As he finished speaking, his hand loosened suddenly, and his back as he turned and walked away revealed determination and unquestionable majesty, his sleeves drawing a cold arc in the air.

Cui Rong seemed to have lost all her strength. She slumped weakly on the bed, her face as pale as the ground covered with a thin layer of snow in early winter, revealing a heart-breaking fragility.

Outside the door, Song Yanyi paused, his tone as cold as ice, and issued an order: "Make sure she doesn't leave."

"Yes."

The guard's answer was brief and firm.

Qing An, who was following him, could no longer hold back and asked in a low voice, "Sir, why don't you just tell me and express your wish to marry my cousin? Perhaps with just a few words, my cousin will be moved."

Qing'an was full of doubts. In order to marry this young lady, the master was willing to confront the authority in the family and cause an uproar. But at the most critical moment, he kept his mouth shut to his cousin. Wouldn't all his efforts be in vain?

Facing Qing'an's confusion, Song Yanyi's face showed no expression, and he simply asked back calmly: "Is it just to make her feel touched that I pursue?"

Qing An secretly grumbled in his heart, but replied with a smile on his face: "Of course it's not just that, but I saw that my cousin was not in good condition, and I was worried that she couldn't bear the sudden news..."

Song Yanyi's cold eyes flashed, as if he had caught something, and he said contemptuously: "It turns out that you care about her quite a lot."

Qingan was speechless for a moment, and hurriedly defended himself: "How dare I! It's all my fault for talking too much."

His heart was filled with helplessness. He was clearly trying to prevent the young lady from being overly frightened and harmed, but in the end, wasn't his own master the one who was hurt?

Song Yanyi snorted coldly, the depression in his heart seemed to be impossible to relieve.

He knew very well that he must teach her a profound lesson. How could he tolerate her thinking about escaping day and night while he was secretly fighting for her to become his principal wife? Such indulgence would only make her more presumptuous!

So, Song Yanyi walked into the magnificent imperial palace with steady steps, heading straight for the Qinzheng Hall, where the emperor was anxiously waiting for the latest developments in the Prince of Jin case.

As soon as I arrived outside the palace gate, I met a familiar figure unexpectedly.

"Xiao Sir."

Li Jingzhao changed into a luxurious black and gold embroidered robe, his noble temperament was clearly revealed. Only the slightly messy gauze around his neck revealed some of his recent embarrassment.

Song Yanyi just glanced at him coldly and said in a cold tone: "What can I do for you, Your Highness?"

Li Jingzhao had a gentle smile on his face: "I have long heard of Master Xie's great name. I am glad to meet you today and would like to chat with you for a few minutes."

"I have urgent matters to attend to. We'll talk another day."

Song Yanyi's tone remained cold and hard as he prepared to leave.

Li Jingzhao hurriedly tried to persuade her to stay: "That Miss Bai..."

Song Yanyi paused slightly, revealing his inner turmoil.

Li Jingzhao finally spoke: "I heard that Miss Bai has been taken away by Master Xie. As an orphan, she was involved out of helplessness. I don't mind. I beg Master Xie to be magnanimous and let her go."

Song Yanyi stared at him, his face as calm as water: "This is my personal matter, Your Highness, don't worry about it."

"Personal matters? As far as I know, Miss Bai and the Xie family are just marginal relatives..."

Before Li Jingzhao could finish, Song Yanyi interrupted him coldly: "Your Highness should be more worried about how Beiliang can successfully marry the princess of Western Zhou after the fall of King Jin, and whether the peace treaty can be signed smoothly."