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

The head of the family took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, his eyes steady and far-reaching, like an ancient well, and said in a deep voice: "The bell of the Spring Imperial Examination is about to ring, and those scholars with great ambitions and the expectations of the family have arrived in Beijing. After the Spring Imperial Examination, I plan to open the door of our Wen family school for one day, so that they have the opportunity to listen to the teachings of the sages and feel the charm of knowledge. Many of them have long admired your outstanding talent and noble reputation. You only need to spend half a day to give them a little guidance and guidance, and you will easily win their hearts and minds."

Before the exam, one must avoid suspicion of being in a compromising situation. Although Wen Yinyang is not the chief examiner of this imperial examination, as an official appointed by the court, he must be cautious in every move to avoid criticism.

"As ordered."

Wen Yinyang responded softly, with a barely perceptible firmness in his voice.

He bowed his head slightly, saluted, then turned around, his sleeves fluttering gently, bringing up an unnoticeable breeze. There seemed to be a hint of impatience and complex emotions hidden in his back, and he was already far away from this place in the blink of an eye.

When Wen Yinyang returned to the quiet and peaceful Songhe Garden, he found that Cui Rong's beautiful figure was nowhere to be found. Only the empty corridors were left, against the dimming skyline.

Maid Cuizhu stood aside, looking a little embarrassed. She explained softly, "My cousin waited for a long time. As the night fell and the stars began to appear, you still hadn't returned. So she left helplessly."

There was both blame and understanding in his tone.

Wen Yinyang's heart was filled with ripples, and he felt a bit of surprise in addition to doubt.

How could she be so obedient?

He walked slowly and unconsciously to the desk piled with books and manuscripts. He immediately saw the spread of rice paper with two powerful characters written on it - "Thank you". Next to the rice paper, a delicately crafted and finely embroidered sachet lay quietly, as if telling a silent story.

Cuizhu seemed to have read his thoughts and quickly added, "That was specially left by your cousin for you. She said she sewed it herself. The sachet is filled with herbs that soothe the mind. It is said to help people relieve fatigue and sleep peacefully."

Hearing this, Wen Yinyang sneered. How could a small object like that easily calm his dissatisfaction and doubts? He gently held the sachet in his palm, feeling the warmth and delicate touch from his fingertips, and said calmly, "You can go down."

When Cuizhu heard this, she felt as if a heavy burden on her shoulders was instantly lifted and she breathed a sigh of relief, apparently realizing that the young master was not angry about this matter.

The Third Lady seemed to have run into bad luck recently. Her already deserted residence had become even worse. Nothing was going her way. All the disappointments were like invisible knives, constantly cutting at her patience and dignity, making the resentment in her heart grow like weeds, almost out of control.

Whenever she thought of Xu Cui Rong's seemingly impeccable disguise, the Third Lady felt so angry that she wanted to expose her true face immediately and leave her no place to hide.

At this moment, an experienced nanny hurried into the inner room and whispered a few words in the third lady's ear.

The Third Madam's expression changed subtly, with a look of disbelief between her brows: "Is this true?"

"That's true. When Miss Qi returned from the temple today, her face was covered with tears. She remained silent when asked why. Her plain clothes were covered with black ash, as if she had just escaped from a sea of ​​fire. Coincidentally, a strange fire broke out in the back mountain of Zhaojue Temple this morning. What's even more bizarre is that the fire spread to a long-abandoned Zen room in the backyard of the temple. There are even rumors that someone heard that there was a secret affair here, so he secretly went to spy, but unexpectedly encountered a fire."

Upon hearing this, the Third Madam slammed her palm on the table, making a dull sound, and then shouted angrily: "Could it be that this brat is really meeting someone secretly outside?"

The nanny showed some worry on her face and whispered back, "This has not been fully confirmed yet, but Madam should find out the truth as soon as possible, just in case, to prevent her from doing something shameful and affecting Madam's reputation."

The third lady was so furious that she could no longer hold herself back and headed straight for Cui Yunhe's residence.

In fact, she didn’t really care whether Cui Yunhe was innocent or not. It was just that this anger that had nowhere to vent urgently needed an outlet, and Cui Yunhe happened to be the most suitable target.

Without waiting for notification, the third lady pushed open the door and broke into Cui Yunhe's boudoir.

Cui Yunhe was just about to go to bed when he suddenly saw the angry Third Madam. His face turned pale as paper, as if he was the last fallen leaf in autumn and could wither at any time.

Before Cui Yunhe could speak, the third lady took a step forward, raised her hand and slapped Cui Yunhe hard on the cheek.

"Ouch!"

With a scream of pain, Cui Yunhe's body tilted and she fell to the ground, tears quickly gathering in her eyes.

The Third Lady's voice was as loud as thunder: "Who on earth did you have a secret meeting with, you shameless thing?"

Cui Yunhe was terrified, trembling all over, and said intermittently: "I, I, I didn't..."

"Still trying to quibble! I already know all your ugly deeds. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will let you know what it feels like to have your skin torn to pieces!"

Facing the Third Lady's harsh questioning and threats, Cui Yunhe was so flustered that she actually believed it. She hurriedly avoided the Third Lady's sight, shook her head desperately, and said incoherently: "No, it's not like that. I just ran into Prince Zheng by chance. There is no private relationship between us. It's just rumors. I am really innocent..."

"So, when the Zen room caught fire that day, you two were trapped inside, and there were so many people watching outside, how come no one noticed your whereabouts?"

The third lady's sharp eyes caught this contradiction.

Whether it was a secret meeting or an affair, a man and a woman were alone in a room with people coming and going outside the door, how was it possible that no news had come out until now?

Cui Yunhe trembled and spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Yes, it was Cui Rongrong who saved me. She sent someone to disguise me as a servant and rescued me from the fire during the chaos."

A trace of suspicion flashed across the eyes of the Third Madam: "Who did Xu Cui Rong do this through?"

"It was Lord Qing'an who brought people to rescue us."

Cui Yunhe tightly grasped the corner of Third Madam's clothes, with a hint of pleading in her voice: "Sister Cui Rongrong once said that Lord Qing'an has always been strict and tight-lipped, and would never leak any information. Please forgive me this time, Third Madam. I am really just an innocent bystander."

The third lady's face changed slightly when she heard this. Qing'an? That was Wen Yinyang's most trusted confidant.