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

Chapter 225 Good People

At that time, they thought that the salt merchant was just returning home in glory, and did not know that he was a fugitive. They did not even promise to help him escape the crime, but just thought it was an ordinary gift for a newlywed.

Song Yanyi glanced at Wan'er's stiff back, and raised a meaningful sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "The person sent by Lord Lin is also to my liking. I will order Zhao Fuyin to re-examine this case and find out the truth."

Hearing this, Wan'er suddenly clutched the quilt in her hands. Her dry eyes became moist again. Tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string, wetting the embroidered quilt.

Lin Han was silent for a long time, and finally uttered two words with difficulty: "Thank you, sir."

Song Yanyi's slender fingers gently stroked Wan'er's face, wiping away her crystal tears. Then he stood up and slowly walked around the embroidered screen that divided the world, gradually walking away.

Hearing the footsteps receding behind him, Lin Han hurriedly bowed again. When his sight penetrated the gap in the embroidered screen and focused clearly on the person who came, his body froze there as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Thank you, thank you, sir..." His eyes involuntarily slid to the two distinct new scratches on the other's neck, and his heart was suddenly filled with mixed emotions.

He was well aware of today's series of events. He was the one who introduced Wanwan into that man's world. However, he did not expect that the person who set up the chess game in the dark night was actually Song Yanyi.

Although he seemed slow on weekdays, at this moment, all the mysteries dissipated like mist, and the seemingly accidental salt merchant turmoil seemed to be just a carefully planned drama from beginning to end.

Lin Han spoke with difficulty, trying to explain: "Wanwan she..." Before he finished speaking, Song Yanyi's eyes instantly became as sharp as a blade: "Wanwan's name, can you call her casually?"

Lin Han quickly changed his words, speaking faster and a little flustered: "No, no, Miss Xu..."

"You don't need to interfere in her affairs anymore. You should understand your position."

Song Yanyi's gaze was like ice, locking onto Lin Han tightly, revealing a coldness that brooked no room for rebuttal.

Lin Han nodded stiffly, his voice as soft as a mosquito: "I understand."

Song Yanyi no longer wanted to waste time talking to him, and said coldly, "Fu Xian, send the guest away."

Outside the door, Fu Xian was very respectful and gently gestured to Lin Han to let him go out: "Master Lin, please."

Lin Han raised his head, his eyes passing through the gap in the embroidered screen, and looked at the thin figure beside the bed for the last time. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and finally he could only turn around sadly and move mechanically towards the outside.

When Song Yanyi walked around the screen, he saw Wan'er still sitting on the bed, her body motionless, only the traces of tears on her cheeks flickering in the faint light. Her fingers tightly grasping the quilt were trembling slightly, making her look helpless and fragile.

Watching this scene, Song Yanyi felt a sudden pain in her heart, but when she thought of the injuries she had suffered because of Lin Han, anger surged in her heart uncontrollably.

He approached the edge of the bed, gently pinched Wan'er's chin with his thumb and index finger, and forced her to face him: "Now, you should understand why you came here on your wedding night. It was not me who took you by force, but your 'carefully selected' husband who personally presented you to him."

Wan'er stared at him, anger and hatred mixed in her bloodshot eyes.

Song Yanyi felt a twisted satisfaction in this confrontation: "Lin Han was arrested for taking bribes and was eager to save himself but had nowhere to go. Fortunately, he also has a stunningly beautiful fiancée, so he threw you out as a bargaining chip without hesitation."

"What's even sadder is that he doesn't even know the name of this powerful person who can help him escape. He only knows that this person is powerful and influential. He doesn't care about his height, weight, age, beauty or ugliness. All he cares about is his own career prospects. As for you, to him, you are just a stepping stone to success."

His words were tinged with jealousy and resentment: "And you, your mind is full of him, worried that he will see your miserable side..."

"enough!"

Wan'er struggled to break free from his grip, her eyes burning with unwillingness and stubbornness.

"All of this was planned by you, right?!"

Song Yanyi's tone was filled with arrogance and disdain: "So what if it is? He is so stupid that he accepted a gift of unknown origin when he first arrived. If I hadn't taught him a lesson today, I'm afraid that innocent people would suffer in the future."

He smiled contemptuously: "Even if it wasn't me who set up the trap, if someone else asked him to exchange his wife for glory, do you think he would abandon you without any regrets?"

Wan'er's face lost all color and her fingertips trembled slightly, as if at this moment, all her dreams and hopes had vanished.

"Cui Rongrong, this is the man you tried so hard to escape from me and wanted to marry at all costs. Open your eyes and see clearly what kind of person he is."

Wan'er felt as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer. All the strength in her body seemed to be drained away in an instant. She stared blankly at the embroidered screen. The peaceful life she had always dreamed of now seemed so ironic and out of reach.

All her planning and desperate attempts, in the end, were nothing more than an abandoned gift, washed back into his world by the torrent of fate.

Looking at Wan'er's pale face, Song Yanyi felt a subtle tenderness in his heart. He reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes: "Come back with me. I won't pursue the past anymore."

But Wan'er, at this moment, showed a sad smile and looked at him with tearful eyes. Although her eyes were blurry, they revealed unprecedented determination and coldness.

"Lin Han may have many faults, but are you a kind person?"

Song Yanyi's eyes paused slightly, and the hand hanging in the air stopped moving. The fingers that were about to touch her cheek seemed to hesitate at this moment.

Lin Han, despite all the criticisms from the world, he is the one who is willing to extend his hands, pull me out of the muddy past, and give me the opportunity to stand firm again.

Not only did he not look down on me because of my past, but he gave me all he could to help me open that pharmacy, allowing me to practice my medical skills and benefit the people of Qingzhou. His broad-mindedness and courage are an indelible light in my heart.

Song Yanyi's expression gradually became gloomy, and his clenched teeth revealed his inner struggle and unwillingness. Those two words seemed like a curse that he forced out from between his lips and teeth - "Cui Rong".

But I, Cui Rongrong, did not retreat. Instead, I straightened my back, met his sharp gaze like a knife, and determined not to escape anymore.

"In your world, I may just be a toy for you to play with, an appendage that must bow its head and cater to your every wish, a concubine who can never be on the stage and has a lowly status."

My voice was calm, but every word carried weight. “But today, I am finally going to speak out about this endless show of humiliation.