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

Cui Rongrong asked gently, her eyes full of concern: "Don't you like Master Su?"

Cui Yunhe shook his head slightly and sighed, "He seemed too frivolous in his behavior. I am not good at dealing with such people. I just hope that I will not have such encounters again in the future."

Cui Rongrong's eyes revealed an unwavering light, "Even if we meet again in the future, don't be afraid, I will be by your side."

“Sister…” Cui Yunhe felt warm in her heart.

Cui Rongrong's words were both a promise to her sister and a vow to herself, "I will definitely protect you."

After returning to the Cui Mansion, the night was getting darker. Cui Yunhe quietly expressed her wish to spend more time with her sister. Cui Rong arranged for Cui Yunhe to stay overnight without saying a word, completely unaware that Cui Yunhe's personal maid had quietly left the courtyard.

The two had a long conversation in the room, filled with laughter and warmth, until the angry Song Xiaoniang appeared.

"Mrs. Song, this is the eldest lady's residence, how dare you barge in casually!"

Caiyun's voice came into the room with a hint of reproach.

Cui Rongrong was chatting and laughing with Cui Yunhe. When she heard this, her face changed slightly. The two exchanged a tacit look and then stood up to go out.

As soon as the young lady saw Cui Yunhe, she immediately shouted at him: "Yunhe, come back with me immediately! I have something to ask you!"

"Have you forgotten all the hard work I put into teaching you over the years?!"

Cui Yunhe was frightened by Song Xiaoniang's nearly out-of-control state, but she was used to being scolded, so she could only stand there with a pale face, unable to refute.

She lowered her head, avoided her gaze, and let Song Xiaoniang's reproaches hit her like a storm. Her heart was full of confusion, and she didn't understand what she had done wrong to make Song Xiaoniang so angry.

Seeing this, Cui Rong frowned slightly, stepped forward, and resolutely stood in front of Cui Yunhe.

As soon as Miss Song stepped into my quiet courtyard, she rushed in recklessly, completely disregarding the strict and delicate rules and etiquette of the mansion.

Miss Song, have you forgotten even the most basic etiquette in this mansion?"

She asked coldly, with a hint of arrogance in her tone.

"You, as the eldest daughter of the Cui family, are naturally high and mighty, but how can you casually interfere in the affairs between Yunhe and me?"

Although Song Xiaoniang spoke toughly, her tone softened when she met Cui Rongrong's sharp gaze, and her previous arrogance seemed to be extinguished by the cold wind.

"Now that Yunhe is under my protection, her affairs are naturally my affairs."

Cui Rongrong looked at him coldly, her eyes piercing his heart, "Mrs. Song, you rushed here in such a hurry and said hurtful things. There must be a decent reason, right? Could it be that you have nothing better to do and came here to pick some trivial disputes?"

"If that's the case, why don't we ask our father to judge the right and wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to pull Song Xiaoniang to see Cui Min. This action scared Song Xiaoniang so much that her face turned pale instantly.

"You, what are you doing! Why would you alarm the master with such a trivial matter? Let go immediately. I am your elder after all. How can you be so ignorant and rude to me!"

Song Xiaoniang struggled hard, trying to pull her hand out of Cui Rong's iron grip, but her strength seemed insignificant in front of this older girl. In the end, she could only let herself be held by the other party until they stood at the door and were forced to stop.

"I'm willing to give Miss Song one last chance," Cui Rongrong's voice was cold, "Why are you here? Can you please tell me clearly? Otherwise, I'm afraid my small courtyard can't accommodate a big Buddha like you."

Song Xiaoniang met Cui Rong's gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. Her back was instantly covered with cold sweat, and she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Say!"

Cui Rongrong's low urging was like an order that could not be disobeyed, and every word was loud and clear.

Song Xiaoniang's body trembled. She was so passive in front of the younger generation. The humiliation made her furious.

In the mansion, she also has her own place, even though she is only a concubine, but she...

Her dignity cannot be trampled upon!

"Look at how majestic the young lady is. You are so disrespectful to your elders. I'm afraid the master will not easily forgive your frivolity if he finds out about this!"

There was a gleam in Song Xiaoniang's eyes, and her mind had even begun to picture a scene in which Cui Rongrong was punished while she herself was safe and sound.

However, when she quietly observed Cui Rong's reaction, she found that the other party did not show any fear or panic. The calm expression made her heart tremble.

"Time flies, Miss Song seems to have forgotten her own position. Let me recall it for you."

Cui Rongrong's face was still cold. "As my father's concubine, after all, I am just a servant serving the master. I should be respectful to my master. I know the consequences."

These words accurately pierced Song Xiaoniang's heart, and her face turned pale instantly. The deeply buried pain was once again ruthlessly revealed.

She clenched her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. This stigma of her humble origin, which could not be erased even if she wore gorgeous clothes and was surrounded by maids, was the deepest pain in her heart.

"Say it!"

Cui Rong urged again without further ado.

Song Xiaoniang had lost her momentum, and had no other weapon except her angry eyes.

She longed to help Cui Yunhe find a good marriage so as to save some of her own face.

He clenched his hands into fists and spoke in a low but firm voice: "I heard that when you and Yunhe went to the Taoist temple to pray, you met the powerful Ningguo Marquis' son. He had a good impression of Yunhe, but due to your interference, he was unable to make progress."

"My words may be harsh, but you are already engaged to the Crown Prince. How can you easily ruin Yunhe's future?" There was a hint of questioning in Song Xiaoniang's words.

Cui Rongrong's face was gloomy when she heard this. "I have good information channels. We just returned home and the news has already reached your ears. No wonder you can't wait to come and question me."

"Don't forget that the prince of the Ningguo Marquis's Mansion is a man from another family. If Yunhe is allowed to talk to him in public, wouldn't his reputation be ruined? You may think it's harmless, but I will never allow this to happen!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Xiaoniang was speechless, her face changed slightly, and she turned to Cui Yunhe, hoping that she would ask for help.

However, unexpectedly, Cui Yunhe met the pleading gaze and just pursed her lips, obviously having no intention of getting involved in the verbal dispute.

Seeing this scene, Song Xiaoniang was stunned at first, and then a complex expression of anger and shame appeared on her face: "What does your attitude mean! I have been planning for your future day and night, and I have spent all my efforts, but this is the response I get in return! Have all my efforts been wasted and become useless!"