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

"Alas, these are all groundless rumors, wasting our time in vain. How boring."

"Indeed, what noble daughter would do such an indecent thing?"

Cui Rongrong looked at the man in Qing'an's arms. Who else could it be other than Prince Zheng?

Qing An placed Prince Zheng in an open space, then hurried back to Cui Rong and reported in a low voice: "Miss, when I led people in, I really saw the Seventh Miss..."

He paused for a moment and lowered his voice, "She was hugging Prince Zheng in dishevel. I remembered the young lady's instructions, so I knocked them both unconscious and asked the maid to change the seventh young lady's clothes and carry her out."

"You did very well."

"This is all my responsibility. Just give me your orders, young lady. I will do my best!"

"This matter must not be leaked."

"Don't worry, young lady. I understand. They are all the eldest master's confidants. They are very tight-lipped and will not tell anyone casually."

Qing An paused, then smiled flatteringly, "However, I still need to inform the eldest master."

Cui Rong pursed her lips, not surprised by this.

After all, Qing'an is Wen Yinyang's man, and this matter cannot be hidden from him.

But at such a critical moment, it would be better to let Wen Yinyang know instead of making a big fuss about it.

She is isolated and helpless in the Wen Mansion, and now she can only rely on this eldest master.

When they returned to the Zen room, Cui Yunhe had already woken up. When she saw Cui Rongrong, she immediately held her hand in panic, tears streaming down her face: "Sister Cui Rongrong, I...I..."

Before she finished her words, tears had already flowed down her cheeks.

Cui Rongrong's voice was filled with grief and reproach: "How could you be so foolish as to do such a thing in a holy place like a temple? If this were to get out, your reputation for life would probably be ruined!"

Cui Yunhe's tears were like pearls from a broken string, constantly sliding down her cheeks. She choked with sobs as she spoke, seeming particularly helpless: "I really, really didn't do anything to let my family down. After learning about my miserable experiences that no one cared about, Prince Zheng felt compassion in his heart, and he only comforted my wounded heart with gentle words. I was immersed in deep grief at the time, and didn't notice the subtle changes in the surrounding environment..."

Originally scheduled to meet privately during the break of incense burning today, Cui Yunhe and Zheng Shizi's encounter was like a touch of tenderness on a spring day. Zheng Shizi was very affectionate to her, and this tenderness was like a catalyst, making Cui Yunhe unable to help but pour out all the grievances and unwillingness that had been accumulated in her heart for many years.

Surrounded by that warm and slightly seductive atmosphere, she was half coaxed and half persuaded into a remote Zen room.

"Sister Cui Rongrong, please keep this matter a secret. Otherwise, if the Third Madam finds out, she will never forgive me..."

Cui Yunhe's voice was trembling a little, and the fear and anxiety in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the air.

Cui Rongrong's expression was like a still river, her face was calm, but her eyes revealed a hint of coldness: "Are you afraid only now? Haven't you ever thought about how I knew your secret? The abandoned Zen room was already surrounded by a crowd of people watching the excitement, and the news of the noble lady's affair had already spread inadvertently. How did this secret, which should be kept secret, become a hot topic in the city?"

Cui Yunhe's face became extremely stiff, her eyes were full of disbelief, and she was obviously extremely shocked at how out of control things were.

The unknown feelings of Zheng Shizi and the solemn vow he made in private were like a double-edged sword, which made her look forward to it but also plunged her into a deep quagmire.

He promised that as long as she could give birth to a son for him, even if he was born out of wedlock, he would be able to have a place in the family and even challenge the status of the principal wife.

At that moment, emotion overcame reason, and she stepped step by step into this complex emotional vortex in hesitation and expectation.

"Sister Cui Rongrong, please, don't tell anyone!"

In panic, Cui Yunhe grabbed Cui Rongrong's hand tightly, his eyes filled with pleading tears.

"If I really wanted to report you, why would I go to so much trouble to pull you out of this mess?"

Cui Rongrong answered calmly and firmly, with no room for evasion in her tone.

"Those servants who rushed into the flames to save me..."

"I'll take care of everything."

Cui Rongrong shook her head gently, her expression stern, "Xiu Lin, you must wake up. Prince Zheng's mind is not that simple. Sooner or later, he will put you in a deeper predicament. I can help you out this time, but next time, I'm afraid I will be powerless."

Regret was like a flood that burst its banks, instantly drowning Cui Yunhe's heart. Her tears soaked her clothes: "I was really wrong, so wrong..."

On the way back to the Wen Mansion, although the forest fire caused the old lady to inquire, after the second lady's seemingly understated explanation - "It was just an old and dilapidated Zen room that caught fire accidentally, it's no big deal", the storm seemed to have subsided quietly.

When she returned to the courtyard of the Wen Mansion, Cui Rong immediately saw Cui Zhu who had been waiting there for a long time.

"The young master has returned home and told me to invite you over to see him."

Cui Rongrong understood that this was a situation that could not be avoided.

So she followed Cuizhu into the room.

Wen Yinyang was seen wearing scarlet court robes, which he had not yet changed. The robes made him look like an upright minister, but his deep black eyes seemed to be able to see into the most secret corners of people's hearts.

"You got into trouble again?"

His tone was calm, but there was a sharpness in it.

Cui Rong blinked her eyes, wondering where the word "又" came from?

Realizing that she had indeed made a mistake, she replied respectfully: "I just asked Qing'an for a small favor in a desperate situation."

He squinted at her with sharp eyes, tapped the table with his fingers, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Setting fire to the forest, saving people from the fire, and teaching Prince Zheng a lesson, are these all trivial matters in your eyes?"

Cui Rong's voice lowered, with a hint of timidity: "I won't dare to do it next time."

"I think you are becoming more and more bold."

Cui Rongrong was eager to explain: "If this matter is leaked, the reputation of the Wen family will be damaged. The Zhengguo Mansion is already entangled with the salt tax case. Zheng Shizi is doing this, obviously wanting to tie the interests of the Wen family to his chariot, so that I have to exonerate the Zheng family."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "So, you have made great contributions?"

Cui Rong carefully observed his expression and realized that his words were insincere, so she chose to remain silent.

"The amount of money embezzled by the Zheng family in the salt tax case is as high as 200,000 taels of silver. The evidence is irrefutable and they have nowhere to escape. Your guess is correct. Prince Zheng wants to spread the news of his affair with the woman from the Wen family as leverage to propose marriage or take a concubine, so as to firmly bind the fate of the Xie and Zheng families together. And I will be forced to cover up the corruption of the Zheng family."

The corners of his mouth curled up into a sarcastic smile: "The Zheng family is desperate and has resorted to such a desperate measure."