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

Chapter 175 Proposal

Su Yan reminded, his eyes falling on Song Yanyi's sleeves that were gradually soaked with blood. The few spots of scarlet on the silver-grey brocade were shocking.

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In front of the lecture hall, scholars have taken their seats one after another, waiting for Song Yanyi's arrival.

Song Yanyi, who was a quarter of an hour late, changed into a clean robe, wrapped his right hand simply with an exquisite brocade handkerchief, and stood on the podium with a normal expression.

Lin Han and a few others had to sit in the back row because they were late. There was a bit of awe and anticipation in their eyes.

Ma Chongshan moved closer to Lin Han again and commented in a low voice: "I've heard that Master Xie is gentle, kind and generous, but when I saw him today, I felt that he exuded a kind of coldness that made it difficult for him to get close to me."

Lin Han looked at Song Yanyi from afar with lingering fear, his face looking a little pale.

Thinking back to the Song Yanyi just now, he was even more gloomy and frightening than what I see now.

Maybe, it was just my own illusion.

The one-hour lecture ended unknowingly. After the lecture, Song Yanyi left the academy and set out on the journey back to Xie's house.

The carriage slowly stopped outside the mansion gate. Song Yanyi got off and strode into the mansion.

Qing'an, who was following behind him, keenly felt the subtle heavy aura of his master. He was very cautious along the way, not daring to breathe, and followed closely behind.

"Tell Cui Rong to come see me."

Song Yanyi's voice was cold, like an ancient cellar frozen in winter, revealing an unquestionable majesty that made the air around him solidify a little.

Qing An couldn't help but tremble when he heard this, and quickly lowered his head and replied: "Yes, sir!"

There was a barely perceptible hint of panic in his words.

Then, he flashed and rushed towards Qiu Shui Courtyard like an arrow. When the servants along the way saw him like this, they all looked at him sideways, secretly wondering what had happened.

"Where is my cousin? Please invite her over."

As soon as Qing'an stepped into Qiu Shui Courtyard, he spoke hurriedly to the maid Ding Dong who was walking towards him.

Hearing this, Ding Dong subconsciously lowered his voice and signaled him to speak softly: "Speak softly, the lady is taking a nap, don't disturb her."

Qing An didn't care about much else and hurriedly explained his purpose to Ding Dong: "The young master asked you to go, the matter seems to be very urgent."

Ding Dong couldn't help but feel curious when he saw this. After all, Qing'an rarely looked so anxious. "What's the matter that's so urgent?"

"Master is not in a good mood today, please go and wake up Miss!"

There was a hint of anxiety in Qing'an's tone.

Ding Dong heard this and immediately realized that the situation was not simple. He did not dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly walked into Cui Rongrong's room, calling softly: "Miss, Miss."

Cui Rongrong was immersed in a dream. She opened her eyes drowsily, and her voice was as hazy as morning dew: "Hmm?"

Seeing this, Ding Dong hurriedly whispered in her ear: "Young Master invites you to Songhe Garden, Miss, please get up and get ready."

Cui Rongrong frowned slightly, muttering in her heart, why is he always like this, not giving her a moment of peace? Ding Dong seemed to see through her thoughts, and lowered his voice to explain: "I heard from Qing'an that the eldest young master doesn't seem very happy."

Cui Rong thought, what does his mood have to do with me?

Although she was full of reluctance, Cui Rong climbed up from the soft bed resignedly, and smiled self-deprecatingly, as if to say to herself, who made me born to face all this? She simply tidied her appearance and set out on the road to Songhe Garden.

On the way, Qing'an reminded her again: "The young master is in the study room, Miss, please go in quickly."

Cui Rongrong walked to the door of the study and paused. Thinking that he was in a bad mood at the moment, she decided to be cautious to avoid being blamed innocently.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her mentality, then slowly pushed the door open and walked in, with a gentle smile on her face, and called softly, "Cousin."

In the study, Song Yanyi sat upright in an armchair, his eyes deep and heavy. There seemed to be an invisible pressure in his gaze towards her, making the surrounding space seem oppressive and making people feel almost suffocated.

Cui Rong's heart suddenly tightened, and she couldn't help but wonder what happened to him today?

His voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth: "Are you hiding something from me?"

When Cui Rongrong heard this, her heart beat faster, as if a cold wind pierced her back, making her shiver.

She knew in her heart that she had indeed concealed a lot of things, but she was not sure which one he was referring to at the moment.

So, she forced herself to remain calm and asked casually, "No, why do you say that?"

However, Song Yanyi's eyes became even deeper, and his right hand tapped lightly on the table, with his knuckles making a slight sound.

At this time, Cui Rongrong noticed that his right hand was wrapped in a silk scarf, and she could vaguely see a little red under the scarf. Shocked, she hurriedly asked with concern: "Are you injured?"

"Today, when I was teaching at the Family Academy, I met a candidate named Lin Han."

His tone was as calm as the eerie silence before a storm, but it made people feel even more uneasy.

When Cui Rongrong heard the name Lin Han, her eyebrows raised slightly and beads of sweat appeared on her palms due to nervousness.

Although Yanjing City is large, Lin Han has no official position yet. Compared with Song Yanyi's status, the difference is like heaven and earth.

She never expected that the two of them would ever cross paths.

His gloomy eyes were fixed on her, and he spoke word by word, "He also has a sachet. Was it you who gave it to him?"

Only then did Cui Rong notice that the sachet she had sewn with her own hands was lying quietly next to the desk.

Her expression froze slightly, her throat went dry, and she was unable to speak for a moment. She could only admit in a weak voice, "Yes."

Then she quickly explained, "That's not an ordinary sachet. It contains herbs that can refresh the mind. I just wanted to thank him for putting on my clothes by the lake and helping me avoid embarrassment. I saw that he was a scholar, so I gave him this medicine sachet out of gratitude, and I had no other intentions."

Song Yanyi had a blank expression on his face. He slowly stood up and walked towards her step by step. His tone was cold and sharp: "But he said that it was a gift from his sweetheart and he regarded it as a treasure. After the test results are announced, he will come to propose marriage and marry you."

Cui Rong's face turned pale instantly when she heard this, but she still shook her head firmly: "Perhaps he misunderstood and thought that I was just an orphan in the mansion, so he had such thoughts. Tomorrow, I will go to explain everything to him in person."

"What do you want to explain to him?"

He pressed on step by step, making Cui Rong feel an unprecedented pressure.

Cui Rong's throat tightened and her voice sounded a little stiff: "Tell him that I don't want to marry him."

He suddenly pinched her chin, forcing her to look up and look at him: "Lin Han's affection for you is obvious to anyone with a discerning eye. I don't believe you can't see it. Give him the sachet.