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Chapter 217 The Third Young Master's Courtyard is Haunted!

"Take the Third Young Master, for example. He's only been back for a few days. In his courtyard, every night when all is quiet, you can faintly hear a woman crying, sometimes on, sometimes off. It's really frightening."

As Yang Zhaozhao spoke, she stole glances at the two men's expressions. "At first, I thought I had misheard, but it happened for several nights in a row."

"The maid heard it too, and that's when she realized it wasn't just my hallucination. I was so scared that I didn't dare to move around at night."

Chu Ruohan and Aunt Zhao exchanged a glance, both understanding each other without saying a word.

Aunt Zhao said, "This is the Third Young Master's business, and it's not appropriate for us to interfere. Just pretend you didn't hear anything."

As she spoke, she gently patted Yang Zhaozhao's hand, "It's better to mind your own business in the Marquis's mansion than to get involved in other people's affairs. We can't manage these things, so let's not go looking for trouble."

Looking at their expressions, Yang Zhaozhao could easily tell that there was something fishy going on.

She bit her lower lip, a wronged look on her face: "But the crying was really creepy, I couldn't sleep well at night. Besides, I'm afraid that if this gets out, it will not be good for the reputation of the Marquis's mansion."

Chu Ruohan picked up her teacup, took a sip, and her gaze lingered on Yang Zhaozhao's face. Yang Zhaozhao had brought up this matter time and time again, so her true intentions were probably not what they seemed.

She put down her teacup and slowly said, "Aunt Yang means well, but since this matter involves the Third Young Master, it is naturally up to the Marquis and the Mistress to decide. It would be inappropriate for us to interfere rashly."

Seeing that neither of them wanted to delve deeper, Yang Zhaozhao felt a little anxious, but she didn't want to show it.

Her eyes darted around, and she put on a pitiful look: "I was being unreasonable, but what should I do if I hear that crying again at night?"

Aunt Zhao sighed and comforted her, "If you're scared, find a maid to sleep with you, or plug your ears and light some calming incense; maybe that will help you sleep more soundly."

Suddenly, a noisy commotion erupted from the courtyard.

Chu Ruohan turned her head and saw the group of naughty children standing in the yard looking at each other in a panic, as if they had done something wrong.

On the side, the flower bed was in complete disarray. The precious flower seeds that Chu Ruohan had found were scattered everywhere, with soil strewn all over the ground.

Aunt Zhao couldn't help but gasp: "These are all precious flower varieties, it's such a pity that they've been wasted like this."

"What's going on?" Chu Ruohan's voice rose unconsciously.

The children were so frightened that they all lowered their heads, not daring to look her in the eye.

Song Ruyan rolled up her sleeves. "You bunch of little brats, you've caused trouble in such a short time."

After saying that, he pretended to teach them a lesson.

Yang Zhaozhao's eyes darted around, and a worried look appeared on her face. She said, "Don't hit them, don't hit them. The children didn't mean it. Please forgive them, Madam. How heartbroken their mother would be if she knew her children had been beaten!"

But deep in his eyes, a barely perceptible hint of schadenfreude flashed.

Song Ruyan glanced at her. "When did you see me about to hit someone?"

Yang Zhaozhao was momentarily speechless, and the smile on her face faltered.

But she still tried to remain calm and said softly, "Miss Song was so aggressive and even rolled up her sleeves. I was just anxious. I was just trying to do what's best for the children. But I feel that corporal punishment is really inappropriate."

"If you don't want your eyes, go see a doctor. If you keep pretending, I'll throw you out."

Song Ruyan took a step forward, staring directly at Yang Zhaozhao, her disgust undisguised.

She crossed her arms, her face full of impatience, as if she would immediately attack if Yang Zhaozhao said another word.

Chu Ruohan raised an eyebrow. Someone like Yang Zhaozhao had finally met her match with Song Ruyan...

Yang Zhaozhao's face turned deathly pale instantly. She took half a step back, her lips trembling slightly, but she dared not actually lash out.

She looked at Aunt Zhao for help, her voice tinged with grievance: "Sister Zhao, look at Miss Song, how could you say that to me? I was just trying to give you some advice."

"Hehe..." Aunt Zhao laughed awkwardly. She had experienced firsthand how sharp Song Ruyan's tongue could be.

"You'd better shut up, or she really will throw you out."

Yang Zhaozhao was furious, but she knew in her heart that no one would help her, so she could only obediently shut her mouth.

Lu Ge'er stood in front of the group of children. "Auntie, they didn't do it on purpose, and they know they were wrong. Please forgive them this time."

The other children quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes... we didn't mean to dig up your flower seeds, we really didn't mean to."

They didn't want to be punished; their families had repeatedly warned them not to cause trouble.

"Do you really know you were wrong?" Chu Ruohan asked.

The children standing at the front looked flustered. They glanced at Brother Lu and then quickly nodded.

"Mmm... We know we were wrong, please forgive us this once, Madam! We promise we'll never cause trouble again."

Looking at the scene before her, Chu Ruohan noticed that Lu Ge'er seemed to be gradually becoming the leader of these children.

They learn really fast...

She looked at the children, her tone serious yet tinged with helplessness: "These flower seeds were painstakingly found, and now you've destroyed them. It's like your beloved things being carelessly destroyed by others. It must be very upsetting for you."

"Now that you know you were wrong, replant these flower seeds. And take good care of them, can you do that?"

The children nodded quickly and said in unison, "We can do it!"

Ruohan then changed the subject, "However, mistakes must be punished."

"what?"

The children instantly deflated like wilted eggplants; their faces, which had held a sliver of hope, fell into disarray.

They had thought that Chu Ruohan was soft-hearted and that the matter would be over, but they didn't expect that they still couldn't escape punishment.

One by one, their heads drooped, and their little shoulders slumped down.

Looking at their pitiful appearance, Chu Ruohan felt a little sorry for them, but she still insisted, "You are to be punished by standing in a horse stance for an hour. No one is allowed to complain about being tired."

"This is both a punishment for you destroying the flower seeds and a way to teach you to be responsible for your actions and not to act recklessly just because you are playing around for a moment."

Upon hearing this, the children looked troubled, but dared not disobey.

Lu Ge'er was the first to stand up, straightening his little body, and said, "Auntie, we accept the punishment."

He didn't join them in causing trouble, but he was punished along with them. Seeing this, the other children reluctantly got into a horse stance.

These children are learning kung fu at Hongmeng Academy, and Chu Ruohan has a responsibility to teach them carefully.

She paced back and forth among the children, saying, "Hang in there, this is a lesson in your growth. As long as you get through this hour, today's events will be over, and I won't tell your parents."

The children were delighted to hear this and tried to straighten their bodies.

And this punishment quietly left a mark on their hearts...