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

The Third Master was originally lying leisurely on the couch, with two pretty maids on both sides gently massaging him, a leisurely and contented scene.

The sudden intrusion of the little girl made him frown slightly, and he scolded her unhappily: "How dare you! Why are you so flustered?"

There was a hint of majesty in his words.

The little girl turned pale with fear and hurriedly reported, "The eldest master has arrived and is waiting outside the door."

"Eldest Young Master?"

The Third Master's expression was stern. He suddenly sat up from the couch, pushed the maid beside him away, and looked at him sharply: "Who's here?"

The little girl quickly repeated, "It's the eldest master, he has been waiting outside the door for a long time."

Upon hearing this, the Third Master's heart tightened, and without caring about anything else, he urged: "Quick, please come in!"

For the Wen family, the status of the third house is far inferior to that of the first house. Wen Yinyang, as the eldest son of the first house and the future heir to the family, rarely interacts with the third house on weekdays.

At this moment, he came in person, the implication was self-evident, and the Third Master couldn't help but feel inexplicably nervous and alert.

Soon, Wen Yinyang walked slowly into the flower hall, every step he took seemed steady and calm.

Seeing this, the Third Master hurried forward to greet him, forcing a slightly unnatural smile on his face: "Xian'er, why did you come to visit so suddenly without informing me in advance so that I could prepare."

Wen Yinyang bowed politely, his voice calm but revealing a bit of majesty: "Third uncle, you are too kind. I just stayed for a while on a whim. There is no need to bother preparing tea."

After hearing this, the Third Master became more and more uneasy, with cold sweat running down his forehead. His intuition told him that this visit was by no means ordinary and that something big might have happened.

"My Lord, you are visiting me late at night. Is there anything important?"

Third Master asked tentatively.

Wen Yinyang spoke softly, his voice not loud but every word clear: "Today, by the Taiming Lake, I happened to hear something rather disgraceful."

"How shameful?"

The Third Master's heart skipped a beat and he felt something was wrong.

“It is said that the daughter of the Wen family has committed theft, and the matter has spread widely outside.

The Wen family is a prominent family, and the women in the family should be role models in the boudoir. If this is true, it will not only make the family lose face, but also damage the Wen family's century-old reputation.

I hope Uncle San can discipline him strictly and ensure that such things don’t happen again.”

The Third Master's old face turned red, anger and shame intertwined together, and he almost couldn't breathe.

He turned back suddenly, his eyes like knives, and stared directly at the third wife who had just arrived: "Who did this?"

The Third Lady's heart tightened. She had originally planned to handle the matter internally and make a big thing into a small thing, but she didn't expect that it would end up in front of the Third Master.

"Master, this matter..." The third wife was speechless and her face looked extremely ugly.

The Third Master already had a plan in mind. If it wasn't his concubine's daughter who did it, the Third Lady would definitely not be so hesitant.

Anger burned fiercely in the Third Master's chest, but as the head of the family, he had to suppress his emotions. Facing Wen Yinyang, he said guiltily: "I will pay close attention to this matter and make sure that the girl will not embarrass the family again."

Wen Yinyang bowed again, his eyes inadvertently swept over the third lady, and then turned around without staying for too long.

When Wen Yinyang's back completely disappeared, the Third Master could no longer hold back and roared, "Someone, bring the Sixth Miss here immediately!"

The servants responded and Cui Yunhe walked in with a pale face and some fear: "Dad..."

Before she could finish her words, the Third Master slapped her hard on the face: "What a disgrace! How dare you call me dad? I really want to kick you out of the house!"

Cui Yunhe fell to the ground after being slapped. She covered her burning face with tears streaming down her face, "Dad, Xing'er stole it. She falsely accused me..."

"How dare you quibble!"

The Third Master's anger rose again, and another slap came down.

He couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. The family scandal had actually reached Wen Yinyang, making him lose face as an elder. It was all because of his good-for-nothing daughter!

The third wife hurriedly ran to her daughter's side, her clothes fluttering, and she almost staggered. She stretched out her arms like open wings, and tightly protected Cui Yunhe behind her, pleading in her tone: "Master, please don't use heavy hands again. Xiuyun already understands her own mistakes!"

Her voice trembled slightly, full of the tenderness and strength of a mother's love.

The Third Master's face was livid, and he pointed his finger at the two of them. Every gust of air he created during his words was like a sharp blade, cutting through the dull atmosphere in the room. "I was so blind to marry you. You can't handle big things, and you keep causing small problems. What else can you do except bring shame to me! From now on, Cui Yun and you are not allowed to leave this house. What about the spring banquet or outing? With her current behavior, it's a blessing from God that she can have a home! Let her reflect on herself at home, and no one is allowed to visit her. She needs to have her edges and corners smoothed out!"

After saying this, he turned and left with unquestionable majesty, leaving behind only the sound of his clothes fluttering.

"father--!"

Cui Yunhe's cries pierced the air, filled with despair and unwillingness, but like a stone thrown into the deep sea, it only caused a few brief ripples before sinking into the silent abyss.

Two burly old women stepped forward quickly, roughly lifted up her limp body, and carried her along the long corridor. Every heavy step they took struck the hearts of the onlookers, until the door slammed shut with a clang and the chain fell, blocking out all light and hope from the outside world.

When Cui Rong heard the news, she felt mixed emotions, as if lightning had broken the calm in the night sky. She felt both surprised and slightly relieved.

"When the Third Master heard about this, he was furious and severely reprimanded the Sixth Miss. He immediately ordered her to reflect on her mistakes behind closed doors. No matter who came to plead for her, she remained indifferent. Even the Third Madam was helpless."

There was a hint of imperceptible surprise and sympathy hidden in Su Yue's narration, as if even she was shocked by this sudden change.

Cui Rong frowned slightly, a glimmer of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she thought to herself: "Why would the Third Master get so angry over such a small matter?"

She pondered over it in her mind. After all, on weekdays, the Third Master was always indifferent to trivial matters at home. He was immersed in drinking and having fun all day long, hanging out with those smiling maids, and rarely intervened in the troubles within the family.

Su Yue's voice was gentle but with a subtle uncertainty: "Who can predict? Perhaps this incident has made the Third Master feel humiliated."

Her words were like a breeze blowing across the lake, relaxing the tense feeling in Cui Rong's heart a little.

The huge rock in Cui Rongrong's heart seemed to have lightened a little. She exhaled slowly, secretly rejoicing in her heart.

In this way, at least in the short term, Cui Yunhe will no longer be able to stir up trouble, and he will have a chance to breathe. This is a rare good news in recent times.

The sun was setting in the sky, casting its last rays of light on the window. "Girl, it's getting late."

Su Yue reminded softly, interrupting Cui Rong's thoughts.