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

Chapter 116 Comeback

The maid Xiao Cui poured tea for Zhao Xian'er excitedly, her face filled with joy: "The master is finally back, and Miss can rest assured. These days Miss only sleeps four hours a day and has lost a lot of weight."

"It's all for my father." Zhao Xianer's answer was calm but firm.

Seeing that she looked unhappy, the maid asked cautiously, "It's a good thing that the master has been released from prison, why is the young lady still unhappy?"

Zhao Xian'er's face darkened, her eyes complicated: "Although my father returned safely, he was demoted. How can I be happy!"

As a result, the distance between her and Cui Rong seemed to become even more unreachable.

She asked herself, having lost the protection of her father's official position, what could she use to compare with Cui Rong, who was of noble birth and brilliant talent?

The maid patted her hand gently and comforted her in the softest voice: "Miss, don't worry too much. Now that the master is back, he will be reinstated one day."

Zhao Xian'er looked at the maid deeply, and the maid immediately fell silent and hurried out of the room, leaving Zhao Xian'er sitting alone in the silent room.

She picked up the teacup, her fingers trembling slightly, and slammed it to the ground. The crisp sound of shattering echoed in the empty room, just like the unspeakable pain and unwillingness in her heart.

The tea splashed everywhere, just like her chaotic mood at the moment, which not only did not ease, but became even heavier.

These days, she ran around, begging for help to rescue her father, and experienced countless rejections and indifference. Those noble women who were once close to her now avoided her as much as possible.

She felt the fickleness of the world and the fickleness of human nature.

Although her father has regained his freedom now, the days when she was on equal footing with those daughters of famous families are now a thing of the past. Now she can only retreat to the back and become their topic of conversation and jokes after dinner.

Thinking of this, her face became even gloomier, making people afraid to approach her easily.

The more Zhao Xian'er thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She decided to take her personal maid out for some fresh air, hoping to escape this depressing atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he looked up, he ran into a group of noble ladies who were heading to the rouge shop. They were dressed gorgeously and chatting and laughing, which formed a sharp contrast with his loneliness.

She forced a smile and took the initiative to go forward and say hello, but unexpectedly she could read contempt and disdain in their eyes and brows. It was a kind of condescending pity, not real care.

"Oh, Sister Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. How come you look so thin and haggard? It must be because Lord Zhao has been demoted and you are worried." One of them pretended to be surprised, but his words could not hide the gloating meaning.

"Stop talking nonsense! Sister Zhao is still as charming as before. Even if she looks a little tired, she still has a unique charm. Unfortunately, we have urgent matters to attend to and have no time to talk more. We must have a good chat with Sister Zhao another day." The other person seemed to be defending her, but in fact he was eager to withdraw, and his words were hypocritical and perfunctory.

After saying this, the ladies walked into the cosmetics shop with smiles on their faces. Their backs lengthened in the sunlight, completely ignoring the presence of Zhao Xianer.

Zhao Xianer's face was as gloomy as water, and the anger and humiliation in her heart were erupting like a volcano. She let her nails, which had not been trimmed for a long time, dig deeply into her palms, trying to barely suppress the anger in her chest so as not to lose her composure in public and maintain her last bit of dignity.

Seeing this, the maid Xiao Cui asked softly, "Miss, shall we go home?"

Zhao Xian'er nodded coldly, and when she turned around, her eyes became unusually sharp. She memorized all the figures in the cosmetics shop one by one. One day, she would stand in front of them with a brand new attitude and make everyone look at her with admiration.

Then she strode away, each step firm and powerful.

Returning to the courtyard, Zhao Xian'er seemed to be driven by an invisible force, and everything she saw was thrown to the ground by her.

The servants outside the courtyard stayed away, fearing that they would be affected by the anger.

Only when the house was quiet again did the personal maid Lan Cui step in cautiously. She ordered everyone to clean up the mess quickly and efficiently.

Then, she slowly approached Zhao Xianer, her eyes full of tenderness and encouragement. She knew that what Zhao Xianer needed at this moment was spiritual comfort and support.

"Miss, don't be angry. Those noble ladies have always been like this. Why should you get angry about their gossip? It's not worth it to hurt your body." Lan Cui spoke softly, trying to calm the anger in Zhao Xianer's heart. Her voice was gentle, but it seemed unable to extinguish the raging fire in Zhao Xianer's chest.

"How can I swallow my anger when they humiliate me like this!" Zhao Xian'er gritted her teeth.

Even though she had anticipated all this, when she experienced it herself, she realized that her ability to endure was not as strong as she had imagined.

It would be difficult to restore her father's official position in the short term, and she would become the laughing stock of those noble ladies in the future. The mere thought of it made her feel heartbroken and she couldn't bear it!

"Miss, you can't go and ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for help again, can you? If you use the same method as last time again, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's reaction..." Lan Cui's voice was filled with worry. She knew very well that her last request was her limit. If she tried again, the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhao Xian'er was silent. She had indeed had such a thought just now.

After all, Song Yanyi is so powerful that it is not difficult for him to persuade the emperor to release his father and restore his official position. However, she has already put pressure on him once. If she repeats the same trick again, Song Yanyi's revenge will never let her off easily.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xianer's heart seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock.

Zhao Xian'er gritted her teeth secretly. Was she really helpless and could only watch her family sink?

At this moment, a thought flashed through her mind, and her cheeks couldn't help but turn a barely noticeable blush.

She cleared her throat and said to Lan Cui in a firm voice, "Go and send a message to the prince, telling him that I want to see him."

The maid Lan Cui wanted to say something but stopped herself. After all, the master had just returned home and what the family needed was peace and stability. But looking at Zhao Xian'er's anger just now, she didn't dare to say much. She just replied "yes" softly and quietly left the room.

As night fell and the moonlight was bright, a carriage quietly stopped in a desolate and quiet place, with only the sound of wind and the rustling of grass around.

Not far away, another carriage had been waiting for a long time, its body casting a long shadow in the faint moonlight.

The people in the car did not get out, but talked through a thin curtain. Although their voices were soft, every word was clear.

"Miss Zhao, why did you call me here so late at night? What brings you here?" Su Xiuzhu's tone was indifferent but with a hint of curiosity, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry to know the answer.

"My family has encountered a sudden change, so I specially invited the prince here. Naturally, I hope that he can help the Zhao family make a comeback." Zhao Xian'er's answer was calm and direct.

Su Xiuzhu frowned, obviously worried about the complexity of the matter. "This matter is very serious. I am afraid I can't do anything. Miss Zhao, you should find someone else."

His words revealed a retreat, and he seemed unwilling to get involved in this mess easily.

However, Zhao Xianer did not give up. She spoke slowly, with a hint of irresistible temptation in her voice.