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

Chapter 230 Too Tolerant

The eldest wife was furious. She grabbed the teacup and threw it to the ground: "This unfilial son!"

Cui Qing hurried forward to comfort her: "Madam, you should not get angry with the eldest master. Judging from his attitude, he is obviously determined to get that girl. She is just a girl. Why should Madam hurt the harmony between mother and son for her?"

The eldest wife's chest heaved, and she was obviously extremely angry: "Do you think I care about how many women he has? He is acting so out of line for this woman now, who knows how big a mess he will cause in the future!"

Cui Qing explained awkwardly, "The eldest master has always been firm in his opinions and would not act recklessly. Perhaps he is still interested in this woman. Madam, you may as well let him be. Perhaps he will soon become bored."

The eldest wife looked solemn, but there was a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "I hope so."

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed like flowing water. Song Yanyi was deeply involved in heavy court affairs, leaving home early and returning late every day, in a hurry.

In this busy schedule, a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere gradually enveloped the Xie Mansion inside and outside. With this calmness, the uneasiness and anxiety in the heart of the eldest wife were finally comforted a little. All the previous worries seemed a little excessive.

However, this superficial tranquility did not soothe Song Yanyi's inner worries: "What is going on with Qing'an? It's been a month, why hasn't she arrived in the capital yet?"

Fu Xian answered softly, with a hint of barely perceptible worry in his voice: "Qing'an just sent a message via carrier pigeon, saying that she is almost here and has already entered Jinzhong's territory."

"But he said three days ago that he was already in Jinzhong, and he is still wandering around Jinzhong. Could it be that he intends to stay there and settle down?!"

An expression of unhappiness that was hard to conceal emerged on Song Yanyi's face, his brows were furrowed and his expression was stern.

Fu Xian lowered his voice by a few decibels and explained carefully, "I heard that Miss Xu wanted to take the opportunity to investigate the market conditions of the herbal medicine shops along the way, so the trip was delayed."

Song Yanyi snorted coldly, his words full of sarcasm: "Now you want to leisurely investigate the market. When you fled, you wished you could grow wings and fly to Qingzhou immediately."

Fu Xian remained silent, feeling mixed emotions.

He secretly wondered when Qing'an would return. He was also eager to go out and carry out those long-lost missions as soon as possible, and his anxiety grew day by day.

Time flies, and ten days later, Cui Rong finally set out on the journey back to the capital.

Her carriage led the group, followed closely by three wagons loaded with precious medicinal materials, which were various herbs that she had carefully selected and purchased one by one along the way.

"This trip has greatly saved many links. We purchased directly along the way, which saved a lot of costs."

Cui Rongrong was thinking in her mind, with a hint of relief and pride in her tone.

In the car, Cui Rongrong was buried in the account book, recording the details of each transaction stroke by stroke: "Since we are passing by here, we must take the opportunity to purchase. We may not know which sources of goods are the most affordable in Beijing. Purchasing directly from the place of production is both cost-effective and convenient and efficient. After we return to Beijing, we only need to choose a store with a good location and do some renovations, and we can open for business immediately."

Cui Rongrong's tone sounded particularly confident, as if everything was under her control.

However, Su Yue, who was standing by, was in a state of panic, as if she was holding a lively little rabbit in her arms. She lowered her voice and asked nervously, "Miss, can our small shop really gain a foothold in the capital?"

When Cui Rongrong heard this, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile, and that smile contained an unquestionable firmness: "Of course."

At the same time, Xu Shujin's youthful and energetic voice came from outside the car: "Sister, we're almost there!"

He and Qing'an drove the carriage together, steadily and powerfully.

As she heard the call, Cui Rong gently lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked out. She saw the two big words "Yanjing" on the majestic city gate in front of her, which suddenly came into her sight, looking magnificent.

Under the city gate, a tall figure stood with his hands behind his back. The dark blue straight-hem robe with dark patterns showed his calm temperament. There was a subtle impatience between his brows, as if he was quite dissatisfied with someone's lateness.

"Master!"

Upon seeing this, Qing'an hurriedly drove closer, jumped out of the car quickly, and saluted respectfully.

The man turned his gaze towards Cui Rongrong, and said with a hint of ridicule: "Why, you don't plan to show up again next year?"

Cui Rong pretended to be confused and responded in a relaxed tone: "I will come back naturally after I finish my work."

The other party obviously saw through her perfunctory attitude, and his face sank slightly: "Did I say that you must arrive in the capital within a month?"

Cui Rongrong blinked and retorted: "But I didn't ask you to wait for me."

His eyes focused instantly, and his chest seemed to be blocked by an invisible object, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation surged into his heart.

This girl is becoming more and more unruly!

A strong urge surged in his heart, and he wanted to teach her a lesson immediately.

Qing'an keenly caught the subtle atmosphere and quickly made a joke to ease the situation: "We encountered traffic jams on the official road, so we were delayed for some time. According to the original plan, we should have arrived within a month. The main reason is that my cousin is in poor health and may not be able to bear the continuous journey."

Song Yanyi took a glance and found that Cui Rong's complexion was indeed much better than when she left Qingzhou. She no longer looked sickly, and her originally pale cheeks were flushed with a healthy blush, making her look even more charming.

He took a deep breath, weighed the pros and cons and decided: "Let's go into the city first."

Su Yue opened her eyes wide in surprise when she heard this. How could this usually serious young master be so understanding today? Such a quick change was beyond her expectations!

Cui Rong nodded slightly, lowered the curtain, and Qing'an drove the carriage slowly into the capital.

Song Yanyi's face was gloomy as he looked at the carriage going further and further away, feeling a sense of indescribable unhappiness in his heart.

Was he too lenient just now?

About two hours later, Qing'an returned to Xie's house and reported the situation to Song Yanyi:

"My cousin has temporarily moved into Lai Fu Inn. She plans to inspect the store for a while and then officially open the store after purchasing the store and the house. During this trip, she has been purchasing medicinal herbs and knows the situation of each medicinal herb shop very well. As for other things, she has not paid much attention to them."

Song Yanyi heard this, and after a moment's silence, he ordered: "Fu Xian."

"exist."

"From today on, you are responsible for monitoring her every move."

"clear."

Song Yanyi paused for a moment and added, "Secret surveillance."

"I obey my orders!"

If she finds out, it will probably cause quite a stir, right?

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After returning to the capital, Cui Rong immediately plunged into the intensive preparatory work.