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

Chapter 167 My Last Name is Not Xie

His dark eyes were deep, and he locked onto hers tightly. There was a subtle sharpness hidden in his scrutinizing gaze. "Do you have any special relationship with this person?"

His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Cui Rong's heartstrings, making her speechless for a moment and even finding it difficult to breathe.

"He is just a friend I met by chance. We met occasionally in the palace in the past. We got to know each other because we asked for directions. I thought he had good intentions. He happened to be traveling here today. When he heard my cry for help, he resolutely helped me."

She raised her eyes bravely, and looked directly into his indifferent pupils with her clear gaze, without the slightest avoidance.

His face seemed calm, and his tone was like the water in an ancient well, without a ripple: "Such a coincidence, is it really like this?"

Cui Rong knew very well that the calmer he appeared, the deeper his doubts and turmoil were.

"It was fate indeed. If it hadn't been for that kind man's timely rescue, I'm afraid I would have lost my reputation today."

At this point, she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, unable to conceal the sadness in her heart: "I am of humble origin, and it is difficult for me to match you, who is so noble. If my reputation is damaged again, it will be even more difficult for me to enter the mansion in the future."

He looked at her pale face which was filled with an expression of fear and loss, and his heart, which was usually as hard as a rock, couldn't help but soften a little.

He raised his hand and stroked her hair, the movement was gentle and full of compassion.

Sensing the subtle change in his attitude, Cui Rong's heart was finally relieved. She gently pulled his sleeve and said, "It's late at night. Please go back and rest quickly. You've been tired all day, so you should rest early."

He originally wanted to arrange for her to recuperate in Songhe Garden, but then he changed his mind and, considering her personality, was afraid that this would cause her to misunderstand again, so he finally did not mention it.

"Then go to sleep."

He finally stood up and slowly left the room.

Although Cui Rong felt a little relieved, her back was soaked with cold sweat and she couldn't sleep all night.

She tossed and turned until dawn, her eye bags were slightly swollen, but fortunately Su Yue carefully applied makeup to her eyes, barely hiding the signs of fatigue.

"Girl, the young master is back!"

Early in the morning, there was a clear notification sound from outside the door.

Cui Rongrong's smile was like a spring breeze, gentle and full of expectation. She gently put down the comb that was combing her hair, her eyes sparkling with joy. She turned around to greet him, opened her red lips slightly, and said in a gentle and concerned tone: "Ajin, is that you? You're back?"

Every word contains deep longing and warmth.

Xu Shujin, carrying a book box full of knowledge, walked slowly into the house in the afternoon sunshine. The word "Sister" came out of her mouth, warm and kind, as if it could instantly melt away all the fatigue and worldly affairs.

I hurried forward and carefully took the heavy bag from his shoulders, feeling that the weight carried not only books, but also his desire and pursuit for knowledge.

Hand in hand, I led him across the threshold and into this warm haven: "Knowing that you have a day off today, I specially asked Su Yue to go to the market early to buy your favorite cakes."

As soon as he entered the room, Xu Shujin's eyes were attracted by the delicious food on the table. His face instantly bloomed with a childlike innocent smile, and he shouted in surprise: "Lactose dumplings!"

The voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and love.

Sitting on the ground, he couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and put the soft, glutinous and sweet dumplings into his mouth. With a satisfied look on his face, he ate with relish, as if the whole world had become extraordinarily beautiful at this moment.

Cui Rongrong looked at his greedy appearance, her eyes full of pampering and concern. She gently touched his forehead with her fingertips and said with some worry in her tone: "You have lost so much weight again. Do the meals in the clan school still suit your appetite?"

With his mouth full of dumplings, Xu Shujin puffed up his cheeks and replied vaguely, "It's delicious."

The naive look made Cui Rong couldn't help laughing, and she said jokingly: "Why is he still like a greedy kitten like when he was a child?"

Xu Shujin chuckled and winked slyly: "The food in the clan school is not as delicious as what my sister gave me. Of course I have to eat more."

Cui Rong shook her head helplessly and chuckled, but her heart was filled with relief. She teased, "At such a young age, you have already learned to be so cunning."

However, this relaxed and joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end when Cui Rongrong accidentally saw the torn cuffs of Xu Shujin's sleeves. Frowning slightly, she tried to find out the truth: "Why is this sleeve torn like this..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Shujin suddenly retracted his arm, and the spoon in his hand accidentally fell. A trace of imperceptible pain flashed across his face.

Cui Rongrong's heart suddenly started to alarm. She quickly rolled up his sleeves and saw shocking bruises all over his white arms. Her face suddenly turned pale and she asked anxiously, "What's going on?!"

Xu Shujin hesitated and replied reluctantly: "I fell accidentally. I have applied medicine."

"How did you fall so badly? Jin, did someone bully you?!"

I frowned, my voice filled with disbelief and anger.

Xu Shujin lowered his head and said in a weak voice: "No...no..."

"Don't hide it. Tell me the truth. Who did this to you?"

My eyes were as sharp as torches as I stared at the scars, my anger almost overflowing from my eyes.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely tense, Xu Shujin suddenly grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Sister, don't be angry... Yes, I was beaten by other students. They followed the instructions of Master Rui and said that I am not surnamed Xie, not of the Wen family, and should not study there."

There was unspeakable grievance and bitterness in his words, as if every scar was a silent accusation.

When Cui Rongrong heard this, the anger in her heart surged like a tide, and she felt a flame burning in her chest.

Ajin was not the only one with a different surname in the Wen family school. Many children with different surnames who were closely related to the Wen family also studied here. Why did Ajin have to endure this injustice alone? It was because he lost the protection of his parents and became an easy target for bullying in the eyes of others!

"Ajin, how could you not tell me a word about the humiliation you suffered at the clan school?"

There was pain and determination in Cui Rong's eyes. She stared at the mottled scars on A Jin's body, tears welling up in her eyes but not falling. She was strong and didn't want to show weakness in front of her brother.

I don't want you to worry.

Ajin's voice was low and gentle, like the softest breeze in the night sky, and his eyes flashed with unshakable determination and precocious understanding.

He knew very well that in this life of living under someone else's roof, every step was like walking on thin ice. Sister Wan had already put in so much effort and sacrifice for the settlement of the two siblings, and he was unwilling to add even the slightest burden to this strong sister.