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

Chapter 254 Victory is certain

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving her with a resolute back.

Cui Rong raised her head and looked at his gradually receding back. She felt mixed emotions in her heart, as if all her strength had been drained away. She stood there in a daze, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Song Yanyi walked briskly into the quaint gate of Xie's mansion, carrying an exquisite food box, and walked along the bluestone road, through the flower-filled courtyard, and headed straight for Shou'an Hall.

The dappled sunlight of the spring afternoon shone on his calm face, adding a bit of warmth and concern.

"The young master is here!"

Nanny Zhuang is old and has a slightly hunched body, but her eyes are still sharp.

As soon as he saw Song Yanyi, he immediately put down his work, staggered to salute, with a smile on his face, and joy hidden in his wrinkles. "The old lady was talking about you a while ago, saying that you were busy with official duties. Look, you're here now. What a coincidence."

Song Yanyi smiled, but his tone was apologetic: "I have been busy with official duties these days and have not been able to come and greet the old lady in person. I feel uneasy. How is the old lady's health?"

"The old lady is still in good health, but her appetite is not very good, and she has lost some weight."

Madam Zhuang's eyes swept over the food box in Song Yanyi's hand. The delicate food box was engraved with delicate lotus patterns, which was obviously made by a famous artist. She smiled even more brightly, "Young Master is really filial. Which chef made the delicacies in this food box? The aroma is so fragrant and mouth-watering."

Song Yanyi chuckled, quickened his pace and stepped into the inner room.

The eldest lady was meticulously taking care of the old lady's meal. When she heard the noise, she quickly put down her chopsticks, with a look of surprise and reproach: "Oh, young master, why didn't you inform me in advance when you came? Come on, let's have some together."

Xie Xiuzhu, the lively little sister, came to Song Yanyi like a spring breeze, staring at the food box curiously, her little hands eager to try, "Brother, what delicious food did you bring? Let me see."

Song Yanyi's eyes turned and he dodged slightly, then he gently placed the food box on the mahogany table and said in a gentle tone, "I heard that grandma has not been eating well recently, so I specially prepared some dishes that suit your taste. I wonder if they suit your taste. How about you try them?"

Xie Xiuzhu pouted, a trace of disappointment flashed across her face, obviously she had not succeeded.

"Brother Xian is really thoughtful and considerate. The court affairs are very busy, but he still cares about my little thing."

The old lady was smiling, and her eyes were full of relief and love.

As the food box was opened, an exquisite small stew pot was revealed.

As soon as the lid was opened, the room was filled with fragrance, which was the perfect blend of yam and lean meat.

“Is this yam and lean meat porridge?”

The old lady tasted it and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Why does this taste so familiar? It seems like Miss Wan's cooking? Where did you hire this chef from?"

As soon as these words came out, the lady's expression changed slightly.

The old lady was unaware of this, but she knew very well that Xu Cui Rong was not only alive, but was also secretly brought back to the capital by Song Yanyi.

This porridge was most likely made by Cui Rong!

Song Yanyi's smile remained gentle: "As long as grandma likes it, I will make it for you often in the future."

The old lady suddenly felt sentimental: "That girl is very attentive. When she was at home, she always found ways to make medicinal food for me. She is smart and sensible. But... Alas, fate plays tricks on me."

"If she knew that grandma still cared about her, she would be very happy."

Song Yanyi said softly.

"Yes, although people pass away, we must always look forward."

The old lady patted his hand gently and said earnestly, "It's been half a year. You should let it go. Your marriage can't be delayed any longer."

"Don't worry, grandma, I know what's going on."

After finishing his meal with the old lady, Song Yanyi said goodbye and left Shou'an Hall.

As soon as he went out, he was stopped by the lady with a serious expression.

"What on earth are you planning? The old lady may not know, but how can I not understand? This porridge was made by Xu Cui Rongrong, right?"

"It's her craftsmanship. Grandma is in poor health, and I don't want her to worry about this."

"Don't talk official language to me!"

The lady's eyes were stern and full of dissatisfaction.

Song Yanyi remained as calm as ever, unmoved, as if everything was under control.

The lady had mixed feelings. Once upon a time, she was proud of her mature and responsible son, but now she felt helpless because of his stubbornness.

She took a deep breath and gave in: "Since you like that girl, I won't interfere. Now that she's been brought back to the capital, you should let her enter the mansion as soon as possible. It's not decent for her to show up in public all day long."

Since the last encounter in Jinshangtang, the lady already knew that the owner was Xu Cui Rong. She didn't mention it during this period because Song Yanyi didn't mention it again. She thought that this relationship would fade with time. Unexpectedly, he came to visit the old lady today with the medicinal food made by Cui Rong himself. This obsession obviously has not diminished in the slightest!

"Mother, don't you want her to marry because of her background and unstable temperament? I will naturally follow your wishes."

"So what are you going to do? Keep her as a concubine in your harem? Where's the reputation of our Xie family? Moreover, if you really have no intention of letting her in, then what's the point of using her medicinal food to honor the old lady?"

"It's just a show of filial piety."

Song Yanyi's answer was simple and direct, yet appropriate.

The lady's face was solemn. His answer was flawless, but every word revealed his perfunctory and indifference.

"Then I'll take my leave first."

After Song Yanyi bowed, he turned and left without waiting for a response.

The lady was angry but helpless. When did this child become so stubborn and so unwilling to listen?

Xie Xiuzhu, who was hiding in the corner and eavesdropping on all this, opened her eyes wide in surprise.

It turns out that Sister Cui Rongrong is still alive!

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As the night deepened and the moon rose above the willow trees, there was a gentle knock on the carved wooden door of Jinshang Pharmacy, breaking the silence of the night.

Su Yue, a beautiful woman, hurried down from the second floor and pushed open the door.

Outside, Shopkeeper Zhang's anxious face came into view, and his voice was urgent: "My young master suddenly had a high fever and he has not gotten better after seeing several doctors. Please help, Miss Bai!"

Su Yue did not dare to delay and hurried upstairs to wake up Cui Rongrong who was sleeping soundly.

Wan'er quickly put on her clothes, took Su Yue and two little apprentices, and hurried towards Zhang's house.

Li Jingzhao was lying on the bed, his cheeks were red from the fever, his forehead was so hot that it could almost roast an egg, and his consciousness was blurred.

Seeing this, Wan'er gave him acupuncture without any hesitation and ordered Su Yue to boil the medicine quickly.

After a busy period, about half an hour later, Li Jingzhao reluctantly opened his eyes, his voice as hoarse as an old bronze bell: "Miss Bai..."

Wan'er frowned, and gently touched his forehead with her fingertips. She felt the heat subside slightly, and felt relieved: "I asked you to rest well. Your body is most afraid of fever. If you don't take it seriously, even if I have a thousand tricks, I can't bear the pain for you."