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

Chapter 238 Reluctance

Cui Yunhe's handkerchief was instantly clenched into a ball, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her eyes became deep and unfathomable, as if they could see through people's hearts: "Are you threatening me?"

"I am a woman who has already lost everything. What else do I have to lose? If I really do not care about anything, who in this palace can stay out of it and enjoy peace?"

There was a determination to fight to the bitter end in the Third Lady's words.

Hearing this, Cui Yunhe's sneer became even colder and piercing: "You? You have nothing? How ridiculous. If you dare to let anyone know about this, I can assure you that your children and grandchildren will never have peace, and won't even be able to find a place to rest in peace. Can you afford such an ending?"

Upon hearing this, the Third Madam's body froze, with a look of shock on her face. She seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Cui Yunhe's voice was as cold as ice, and every word was like a sharp blade: "You'd better bury this matter in your heart and never mention it again. Cui Rongrong has become suspicious of you, and she may find out about you soon. This is why I met with you today."

"If you want me to help, it is not impossible. As for the Yuan family, I will make some arrangements to ensure that Xie Xiuyun's life will be better. As for your son, the Jiang family will naturally pave the way for his future. However, for you..."

Cui Yunhe's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, and he sneered: "If the horse thief incident is exposed, you should know what you should do, right?"

The third lady's face was as pale as paper, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if she was shrouded in invisible fear.

"A divorced woman is as humble as dust. For the sake of my children, even if I risk everything, at least I can prove that as a mother, my life has not been lived in vain."

After saying that, Cui Yunhe looked at her with disdain and said in an extremely cold tone: "Take her away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the maids on both sides quickly stepped forward, ruthlessly lifted up the Third Madam, and dragged her away roughly.

"My lady, will the Third Madam keep her mouth shut?"

The maid beside her asked cautiously.

Cui Yunhe sneered, her tone full of confidence: "Of course, she wants to survive, and she also wants her children to survive, but..."

At this point, a fierce look flashed in her eyes: "I didn't expect that Cui Rong was still alive! I heard that she attempted suicide, and I was somewhat fortunate in my heart, thinking that God would not tolerate evil. Who knew that she would be unscathed!"

"It must be that the eldest lady of the Song family couldn't tolerate her and found an excuse to drive her out of the house."

The maid beside her speculated.

"How could the Madam tolerate such a cunning person?"

Cui Yunhe sneered, but the hatred in her eyes did not diminish at all, "If it weren't for her, I could have become a member of the Song family smoothly, why would I end up in this situation today..."

Seeing this, Qing He hurriedly tried to comfort her: "My queen, let the past be the past. The status of King Xuan is noble, how can he be inferior to the Song family?"

Cui Yunhe gnashed his teeth in hatred: "How can he be compared with Song Yanyi? Whether it is bloodline, appearance, talent, ability or skill, he can't compare with any of them."

Although she was sent to Prince Xuan's Mansion by her family and seemed to be living a glorious life, in her heart, her original yearning and persistence always pointed to Song Yanyi. How could she be willing!

Whenever she faced King Xuan, her heart was filled with uncontrollable disgust and rejection!

Cui Yunhe's eyes seemed to be able to spit out flames. Her clenched fists trembled slightly. She spoke every word word by word. Although her voice was soft, it was full of unquestionable determination: "Cui Rongrong, I will never forgive!"

The tone was as if he was swearing an oath to the heavens, announcing an impending storm.

——Jinshangtang, this drugstore and cosmetics store located in a prosperous area of ​​Beijing, has become increasingly famous in recent years. Its unique management methods and high-quality goods have gradually attracted the attention of the city's noble ladies and celebrities.

Noble ladies dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing pearls and jade on their heads began to frequently visit this place, regarding it as a symbol of taste and status.

Cui Rongrong, as the host of Jinshangtang, always personally receives every distinguished guest with a gentle smile.

Her figure moved lightly throughout the store, carefully leading them to the boutique area on the second floor, which was filled with carefully selected supplements and a variety of beauty and skin care products. Every bottle and every can exuded an alluring fragrance, waiting for their mentor.

Cui Rongrong was considerate and polite in her dealings with others, and the tenderness in her words moved even the most discerning guests and made them feel close to her.

Today, several young ladies sat in a corner of the second floor, chatting with Cui Rongrong about family matters. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

"Sister Wan'er, I am really touched by your thoughtfulness. You even prepared a Mid-Autumn Festival gift box for us in advance. I am really embarrassed to accept it."

A young lady looked shy as she gently stroked the edge of the exquisite gift box with her fingers, her eyes full of gratitude.

Wan'er smiled brightly and waved her hand gently, her tone revealing a bit of the intimacy of a girl next door: "Ah, it's a holiday, so there should be some festive atmosphere. You are all regular customers of the store, so this little gift can be regarded as a small return from me to everyone, please don't hesitate."

Before he finished speaking, another lady, with bright eyes, suggested, "Speaking of Mid-Autumn Festival, the Lantern Festival in the city is something you can't miss. How about we go to the Lantern Festival together tomorrow?"

The ladies immediately perked up when they heard this, and nodded in agreement. Only Wan'er smiled and declined, saying, "You guys go and have fun. I'm afraid I have to stay in the store. After all, I'm sure I'll be very busy on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Although there was regret in his words, it was more about responsibility and reluctance to leave the store.

At this moment, the breeze outside the door gently blew the curtains, and a ray of moonlight sneaked into the room, shining on Wan'er's profile, adding a bit of softness and mystery.

At this moment, Su Yue in the corner cast a subtle look, as if hinting at something happening.

Wan'er understood what she meant, and after softly apologizing to the guest beside her, she stood up and walked out the door, asking with some curiosity: "Su Yue, what happened?"

Unexpectedly, a familiar figure walked out from the darkness. It was Qing'an.

He still had a playful look on his face, bowed to Wan'er, and said in a flattering tone: "Cousin, how are you these days?"

Wan'er frowned slightly. She was always a little helpless about this cousin who always brought "surprises". "Qing'an, what's the matter this time?"

Qing An chuckled and handed over the invitation in his hand: "Young Master invites you to a gathering at Xiangrui Tower tomorrow night. He said it's about something important that concerns you."

When Wan'er heard this, a hint of barely perceptible worry flashed across her brows, but she quickly regained her composure and calmly refused: "I'm not free tomorrow."