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

Chapter 173 Give it back to me

Su Yan kept clicking his tongue and shaking his head, with a playful gleam in his eyes, like a cunning fox who never tired of teasing his good friend in front of him.

Deep in Song Yanyi's mind, a picture quietly emerged: under the moonlight, a pair of eyes sparkling with tears, so touching, the woman snuggled into his arms with sobs, her voice as thin as a mosquito, but with unquestionable dependence: "Brother Xianyu, you are all I have left."

This scene warmed his heart, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, which was a kind of tenderness that belonged only to him. "You should pay more attention to yourself."

He responded calmly, but his words were filled with endless concern.

Su Yan raised his eyebrows and looked up and down at Song Yanyi, as if he wanted to penetrate his appearance and spy on the unknown secret.

"I heard that you secretly have a beautiful girl, and your love for her is beyond words. At first I was skeptical, but now it seems that this is true. When can I, as a brother, open my eyes and see her beauty?"

"She is timid and doesn't like to interact with outsiders."

Song Yanyi's tone was calm, but it couldn't conceal a hint of doting and helplessness.

"Hey, it's rare to see you being so stingy. After all these years, this is the first time I've seen you cherish a woman so much. If you cherish her so much, why do you want to marry into the Jiang family?"

Su Yan put on an expression of disbelief, his words full of sarcasm.

"She comes from a merchant family, and her family background is not high. She is destined not to be the wife, but only a concubine."

At this point, Song Yanyi pursed his lips lightly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes, "She is both timid and sensitive, and the Jiang family is currently weak, and I have many handles on her. Even if Miss Jiang enters the family, she must be cautious everywhere and dare not act rashly."

Su Yan spread his hands and said helplessly: "So, the life of you noble family kids is really troublesome, the rules are so complicated that it gives people a headache."

"That being said, she is only a concubine after all. Seeing me marry a wife, wouldn't she be jealous? Women are best at being jealous. Take me for example, I just gave a little girl a silver ingot in Wanhua Tower yesterday, but Qingqing made a scene with me, and I couldn't appease her no matter how hard I tried."

Su Yan kept talking and seemed a little distressed.

"Don't be misled by those 'Rules for Women' and 'Instructions for Women' that say women should be virtuous, kind and magnanimous. Women's minds are more delicate and elusive than the tip of an embroidery needle."

Su Yan shook his head and sighed, as if he had a deep understanding of the woman.

Song Yanyi's hand holding the tea paused slightly in the air, and the figure of a woman flashed through his mind. It was a delicate figure who seemed to never worry that he would marry someone else and had absolute trust in him.

The coldness in his eyes became more obvious: "She has a gentle temperament and never makes trouble for no reason."

"How could there be such a well-behaved woman in the world?"

Su Yan was extremely surprised, and his tone was full of disbelief.

Song Yanyi pursed his lips tightly. In his mind, she was sometimes as docile as a lamb, and sometimes a bit naughty and smart. But no matter how she changed, she always relied on him closely, hardly ever left the house, lived peacefully in Xie's house, tired of the hustle and bustle, and her world was almost him.

Thinking of this, Song Yanyi's displeasure quietly dissipated, his eyes became cold, and he cast a disdainful look at Su Yan: "What do you know?"

"Okay, okay, I shouldn't say too much. I should not say too much. One day I will visit you in person and witness with my own eyes how this magical woman has bound you so tightly."

Su Yan waved his hands tactfully, looking helpless.

Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs, interrupting their conversation.

Song Yanyi turned around and saw several high-spirited scholars walking in. It was obvious that they were quite curious about the scenery of Xie Mansion.

"The Xie family's academy is really spectacular. I can't believe that this is just a private school for the family's children. It is much larger than ordinary academies. I heard that the Xie family has always attached great importance to education. As long as you are of the Xie family, no matter whether you are a member of the main branch or a side branch, you can receive education here. There is an endless stream of students from the capital who come here to learn from the family's reputation. The teachers who teach are all from the imperial examination system. How can ordinary academies compare to this?"

A scholar exclaimed.

"Hurry up, I heard that the eldest young master of the Xie family will start giving a lecture in a quarter of an hour. We have to hurry over and get a good seat."

The other person urged, his excitement barely concealed in his tone.

When everyone heard this, it was as if they were injected with a dose of stimulant. They rubbed their hands and rushed forward.

Unexpectedly, in the jostle, a scholar walking in front, named Lan Shan, almost slipped and fell.

"I'm so sorry, I was too impatient, Brother Lin, are you okay?"

Lan Shan's companion quickly apologized, looking nervous.

Lin Han straightened his messed-up clothes and smiled gently: "It's okay."

His smile was warm and pure, like spring sunshine.

Song Yanyi's gaze inadvertently swept across the young man named Lin Han. His eyes narrowed slightly, his thoughts drifting away. There seemed to be a moment in the depths of his memory that he had met this man in some corner. It was a vague but inexplicably familiar scene.

In the crowd, a curious person picked up the scent bag that had fallen on the ground and said jokingly, "Hey, Lin Han, which girl gave you this scent bag?"

When Lin Han saw the sachet, his face immediately turned red, and he hurriedly reached out to take it back: "You misunderstood, it's not what you think!"

"How could there be a misunderstanding? We grew up together, and I've never seen you use something like this. It must be a little girl's intention, right? You are usually very quiet, but I didn't expect that you have such a trick in private, to express your feelings to a girl?"

The man said this in an exaggerated manner, causing laughter from those around him.

Song Yanyi's eyes were fixed on the sachet that was held high. His originally clear and bright eyes dimmed in an instant. The teacup in his hand cracked because of his sudden force. Pieces of the Ding kiln cup with lotus pattern flew off. The scalding tea splashed on the back of his hand. The pain made him frown. The fragments cut his palm, and blood mixed with the tea, staining it a glaring red.

Seeing this, Su Yan's face changed: "You, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yanyi's face was as calm as water. Without saying anything more, he stood up and walked downstairs. His back looked lonely and resolute.

Downstairs, the noise and bustle were still there.

"Give it back to me quickly!"

There was a hint of displeasure and anxiety in Lin Han's voice.

The busybody refused to give up: "Unless you explain clearly what this sachet is, forget it."

"I've already told you it's not true. Don't talk nonsense. It will ruin the girl's reputation."

Lin Han became more and more anxious, and his clear eyes revealed real worry.

"You're still being stubborn. Seeing how nervous you are, I'm really not a good enough brother to you. How could you hide such a small thing from me?"

While speaking, my friend deliberately put on an attitude of reproach, but there was a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.