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

Chapter 206 The only relative

The sky was turning pale, and an inconspicuous gray carriage was speeding on the empty street. It was like a shadow in the night, fleeting and passing through the city, raising a wisp of dust.

Outside the city gate, another blue cloth-covered carriage was waiting quietly. Lin Han, who was standing next to the horse, had a look of anxiety on his face, and looked into the distance from time to time.

In the distance, a speeding carriage was vaguely visible in the dust. He hurried forward, his steps filled with urgency and anticipation.

"Miss Xu!"

He shouted, his voice a little hoarse.

The coachman tightened the reins and the carriage slowly stopped.

Inside the car, Cui Rong gently lifted a corner of the curtain, stepped lightly out of the car, and said softly to Lin Han, "Mr. Lin."

Lin Han's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible sense of relief and joy: "You are here after all. I was afraid that you would leave quietly."

Cui Rongrong responded in a calm but firm tone: "Since I have made a promise, I must fulfill it."

There was an unshakable determination in her tone.

Lin Han's heart surged, and he became even more determined. He vowed, "Lin Han will never let you down in your expectations and trust in this life!"

Cui Rong nodded slightly, as if she was very satisfied with the answer: "Then, let's go."

"it is good!"

Lin Han replied, his voice firm.

With a crisp whip sound, the carriage shot out like an arrow, carrying Cui Rong and Su Yue, heading towards an unknown journey.

Lin Han stood at the driver's seat, looking forward with a determined gaze.

The mission given to him by the imperial court was to make him the magistrate of the remote Shiya County in Qingzhou. From then on, the journey from Yanjing City to Qingzhou was a long one, at least more than half a month. This separation might be an eternal separation.

At the same time, on the other side, a fast horse passed by the carriage like a blue lightning, but it chose the completely opposite direction, galloping towards Qizhou, as if carrying another urgent story.

As the night faded and the dawn began to appear, the galloping horses arrived in Qizhou in the first rays of sunshine in the sky.

"Master! Master!"

A servant rushed into Song Yanyi's quiet courtyard, panting and anxious.

At this time, Song Yanyi had just woken up from a morning dream and was slowly tidying up his appearance. Facing the servant's hasty entry, he looked puzzled and indifferent: "Why are you in such a hurry to disturb the peace?"

"Master, something terrible has happened! Qiushui Courtyard was hit by a fire last night and the entire courtyard was burned down."

The servant's voice became lower and lower, as if he was afraid to convey this bad news.

Song Yanyi's movements suddenly froze, and the indifference on his face was instantly replaced by shock. He asked in a harsh voice: "What! All burned?! Where's my cousin? How is she?!"

The servant's knees softened and he fell to the ground with a thud, his voice trembling: "My cousin... failed to escape..."

With a bang, the basin in Song Yanyi's hand fell to the ground, splashing water everywhere, wetting his clothes and chilling his heart.

"What did you say?!"

His face turned pale and his voice suddenly became high-pitched.

The boy was so frightened that he was at a loss for words. He kept talking incoherently: "The fire was so big, there was fuel everywhere, we tried our best to put it out, but we couldn't get in, we couldn't save them..."

Before the servant could finish his words, Song Yanyi suddenly opened the door, jumped onto his horse, and rushed towards Yanjing like a gust of wind.

"Master!"

Qing'an exclaimed, and then followed closely behind. The two of them followed closely, galloping on their horses.

When Song Yanyi returned to Xie's house exhausted, it was almost noon. He had not rested for a moment along the way, as if he was racing against time. His mind was blank. He dared not think, nor did he want to think.

"Young Master."

When the gatekeeper saw him coming back, he hurried forward to greet him.

Song Yanyi pulled the reins suddenly, the horse raised its front hooves high, he jumped off the horse nimbly and rushed into the courtyard, with only one destination - Qiu Shui Pavilion.

At this moment, Qiu Shui Pavilion has become a pile of ashes, with only the charcoal-black frame left to tell of last night's disaster.

Cuizhu, Dingdong and other servants were still guarding there. The moment they saw Song Yanyi, their faces turned pale and they all knelt on the ground.

"Master."

They whispered.

"Where is she?"

Song Yanyi's voice was cold without a trace of warmth, and so calm that it made people's heart palpitate.

Ding Dong shook her head with tears in her eyes, feeling grief-stricken. "I really don't know why my cousin is like this. Last night she suddenly said that her wedding dress didn't fit her and asked me to take it for alterations. She used this as an excuse to get me out of the way. When I rushed back, Qiushui Pavilion was already a sea of ​​fire."

"so?"

Song Yanyi's reaction was more like hearing a ridiculous joke. He couldn't believe that the man who had been so tenacious and vowed to live would choose to end his life.

Cuizhu wiped her tears and knelt down: "Master, I heard that the young master of the Xu family unfortunately fell off a cliff, and even his body has not been found yet. The news came last night. My cousin has always valued her brother more than her own life."

Song Yanyi's face was as cold as ice as he stepped into the charred ruins.

The scene in the house was almost the same as he remembered, except that the guqin that had accompanied him for many years was reduced to charred remains, and the bed was covered with a piece of white cloth, hiding a certain cruel fact.

Song Yanyi's eyes were fixed on the white cloth, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly.

He approached slowly, his hands trembling slightly. The servant beside him hesitated and said, "Master, the body is hard to recognize. It is better for you not to look at it, in case..."

"Get out!"

Song Yanyi interrupted in a harsh voice, and the two servants quickly retreated in fear.

He suppressed his trembling and personally uncovered the white cloth. The corpse in front of him was unrecognizable. The servants behind him could not bear to watch it, fearing that they would be haunted by nightmares in the future.

Song Yanyi stared closely, his eyes never dodging, as if he wanted to find a reason to refute all of this from this vague outline.

However, that familiar figure and the melted silver bracelet on her wrist were treasures to her, symbolizing her mother's last wish, which she had mentioned countless times.

Song Yanyi's breathing was rapid. He quickly covered himself with the white cloth again, supported himself on the edge of the bed with one hand, and murmured to himself, "This is not her. How could she be like this? She cherishes life more than anyone else and longs to live more."

But the reality was so cruel, Xu Shujin was gone, and he couldn't accept this fact.

He knew what Xu Shujin meant to him. She was the only relative in the world who was connected to him by blood, and she was his whole world.

Song Yanyi's body swayed, and he fell to one knee on the ground, with a stream of blood flowing out of his mouth.

Qing'an exclaimed and wanted to go forward to support him but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Song Yanyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, then slumped weakly on the edge of the bed, his face as pale as paper, and he seemed to be swallowed up by a huge wave of sadness.

The servants around looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do, and all looked at Qing'an, looking for a solution.

Qing'an hesitated for a moment, shook his head slightly to signal them, and tiptoed out. The others also followed suit and quietly left the room.

Soon, the eldest lady entered the courtyard.

"Madam."

The servants saluted hurriedly.

The eldest lady said in a stern voice: "Where is the eldest young master?"

Her question lingered in the air, and no one dared to answer easily.