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

Chapter 250 Help You Share Some of the Burden

"understood."

Song Yanyi responded simply without stopping. Qingan followed closely behind him, frowning, as if he was worried about something. "Master, the master doesn't seem to be in a good mood today."

Hearing this, Song Yanyi's eyes became slightly cold, and he had a vague premonition in his heart, and he unconsciously quickened his pace.

The moment he stepped into the study, he bowed respectfully, "Father."

The old man looked gloomy and stared at him with eyes as sharp as torches. He said in a low voice full of disappointment, "How dare you call me father?"

Song Yanyi's heart tightened, but he pretended to be calm on the surface, "Father, why are you so angry?"

"You secretly assisted King Xuan, yes or no?"

The old man's voice revealed unquestionable severity.

"Father, you worry too much. I have no second thoughts."

Song Yanyi's response seemed calm and nonchalant, but in fact he had already made up his mind.

"Don't even think about getting away with it! How did King Xuan know in advance that King Jin was about to attack Xiangrui Tower? What on earth are you doing behind the scenes?"

The old man's questions came like a barrage of cannonballs, and every word pierced the heart.

How could a man as stupid as King Xuan plan such a sophisticated counter-espionage plot?

My father knew very well that he had been secretly planning and cultivating his confidants in the court for many years. People like Su Yan were all chess pieces he carefully arranged.

There are even rumors that he personally went to Prince Xuan's mansion, ostensibly to visit a sick patient, but in reality to plot something. The intention behind this was obvious.

The old man angrily slammed the table, his voice shaking the whole house, "The Xie family has a good reputation for generations and has never been involved in power struggles. How dare you break this rule!"

Song Yanyi pulled out a sarcastic smile, "Rules? Father, am I the only one who breaks the rules in our family?"

The old man was speechless, his anger mixed with helplessness and heartache.

"Is it wrong for your father to favor the King of Jin? Can't you see who is more suitable to be the crown prince between the King of Jin and the King of Xuan? The King of Xuan is just a straw bag, how can he seize the throne? But you side with him, what benefit has he given you? Are you confused?"

The old man's face became increasingly gloomy, and his words were full of disappointment.

Song Yanyi raised his lips slightly, revealing a confidence that should not be underestimated. "It is certainly difficult for King Xuan to accomplish it on his own, but with my help, things will be different. I have my own plan."

The old man was furious and could hardly believe it, "You...!"

"My father is old now, he should enjoy his old age and have fewer worries. I, your son, will shoulder the responsibility of the Xie family's future."

Song Yanyi's tone was calm, but his eyes revealed unquestionable determination.

"I am still alive, it is not your turn to decide everything! I warn you, stop interfering in King Xuan's affairs immediately! You should listen to your mother's advice and consider remarrying as soon as possible to continue the family lineage, and stop indulging in these useless political schemes all day long!"

The old man was so angry that his face turned red, and his words were full of disappointment and anger.

Facing his father's criticism, Song Yanyi had an indifferent expression, "I have my own ideas about marriage. Father, don't worry. I will marry a new bride by next spring at the latest."

The old man was stunned, surprised by his son's sudden obedience.

Song Yanyi obviously had no intention of saying more, "Then I'll take my leave first."

"Get out of here!"

The old man almost yelled, his anger filled with anger and nowhere to vent.

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In recent days, Fu Xian has been reporting to Song Yanyi more frequently, from once every two days to every day.

"Yesterday, my cousin was doing free medical consultations at the pharmacy. On the fifteenth of every month, she would see patients for free. Many people who were unable to pay for the consultations lined up in front of Jinshangtang. She didn't close the shop until nightfall."

Fu Xian narrated the story with a hint of admiration in his words.

After a short silence, he added, "The injured man is still in the bed. He is seriously injured and has not been able to walk. His daily dressing and care are taken care of by a worker named Shitou. My cousin only takes time to check on his recovery every day. After all, she is too busy to do anything else."

Upon hearing this, Song Yanyi pursed his lips, revealing his dissatisfaction quietly.

She was busy like a top, but she still remembered to care for another man every day, while he seemed to ignore herself.

When he was seriously injured, she not only did not show such concern, but secretly planned to escape. This unstable emotion was like an undercurrent, constantly eroding his heart.

After repeated consideration, he decided to go and check it out himself. Perhaps only by seeing it with his own eyes could he feel a little more at ease.

"Prepare the car."

"Yes, Master."

Today's Jinshangtang is a little quieter than yesterday. There is no noise brought by the free clinic, and fewer patients waiting in line. There are only a few servants and maids in the store who are busy greeting the occasional customers.

The first time Song Yanyi walked in here with a swagger, the waiter in the store did not recognize him, but seeing that he was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had an extraordinary temperament, he knew that he was an important person, so he hurried forward and asked attentively: "Sir, do you want to buy medicinal herbs, or do you need anything else?"

"I want to find your shopkeeper."

Song Yanyi said lightly.

"The shopkeeper should be in the backyard right now. I'll go call her over for you!"

After the servant finished speaking, he was about to run away in a hurry, but was stopped by Song Yanyi.

"Don't bother, I'll go find her myself."

After saying this, Song Yanyi walked towards the back of the store.

The backyard is completely different from the front hall.

She frowned slightly, her eyes full of concern and worry, and whispered, "Don't move. Your injuries haven't fully recovered yet. If you're not careful, all your efforts will be wasted."

As she spoke, her fingertips unconsciously tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair, revealing her inner nervousness.

The man in the wheelchair, although his face was as pale as paper, still tried to force out an apologetic and warm smile. His voice was gentle but firm: "I just don't want you to work too hard, I want to share some of the burden with you."

The sincerity flashing in those eyes is hard to refuse.

Just as the two were about to continue their conversation, an invisible sense of oppression suddenly enveloped them. Cui Rong couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. She looked up at the door, only to see Song Yanyi standing there with a gloomy face, emitting a chill that could not be ignored.

"How did you come?"

There was a subtle panic in her voice, and her hand slipped away from Li Jingzhao's hand involuntarily. Her back seemed to be soaked with a layer of fine cold sweat in an instant, and an indescribable uneasiness arose spontaneously.

Song Yanyi's gaze was like a sharp sword, quickly passing across the face of the man in the wheelchair.

Although the man was pale, his every move revealed an extraordinary temperament. Even in the face of such unfriendly scrutiny, he remained calm and composed, with a gentle smile in his eyes, but to Song Yanyi, this seemed to hide an imperceptible provocation.

Sensing his own emotional fluctuations, Song Yanyi quickly retracted the sharpness in his eyes, restored his superficial calmness, and said lightly: "Of course I have something to discuss, it is inconvenient to say more in front of outsiders."

Cui Rongrong met his eyes which seemed calm but were in fact unfathomable, and she couldn't help but feel a chill on her back, as if a cold wind penetrated her clothes and reached her bones.