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The Emperor was losing his composure, rubbing his hands together in agitation. It was only thanks to Wen Ningmo's reminder that he hurriedly helped Fang Pin to her feet and left the racecourse with a throng of attendants, completely forgetting about Yun Zhi Yue, who had just stolen the spotlight.
The Noble Consort, with her sharp armored fingers, grasped Yun Zhi Yue's arm. Her tone was mocking yet filled with anger as she said, "Fool! On your first day of serving the Emperor, you let Fang Pin take someone from you. If it weren't for your uselessness, she wouldn't be so proud. You’ve only jumped a few ranks to become Yun Ji; just wait and see how many ranks Fang Pin will leap after today. You are utterly worthless."
Yun Zhi Yue bristled at the words; she didn't appreciate being the target of someone else's frustrations. Just because one held a higher position didn’t make it right to treat her this way, especially when the armor was digging into her flesh.
Heavens! What is she trying to do? A minister nearby couldn't help but exclaim as he witnessed the unfolding drama.
At that moment, Emperor Fang Pin had already taken his leave with his entourage when he heard the commotion and turned to see Yun Ji roughly grabbing the Noble Consort's collar without any courtesy. "Noble Consort Sister," she said bluntly, "my sister is not in a good mood, and your grip is making it worse. Be careful with those sharp edges; I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. Let me help you with that."
With a few creaks, Yun Zhi Yue bent the Noble Consort's armor away. She straightened the wrinkled collar of the Noble Consort's attire and smiled gently, bowing slightly as she said, "Noble Consort Sister, I take my leave."
Noble Consort Yan Mei’s expression darkened considerably. She had seen many women in the palace; no matter how dark their hearts were, they always presented themselves as dignified and courteous in public. As a Princess of Alliance, she carried an air of protection around her. Aside from pleasing the Emperor, she felt no need to pay attention to these lowly women who lived recklessly. But how dare Yun Zhi Yue act this way towards her?
"Impudent! How dare you disrespect the palace!" Noble Consort Yan Mei's face twisted in fury as she pointed her bent armored hand at Yun Zhi Yue's retreating figure. "Stop Yun Ji! Give her thirty slaps!"
Thirty slaps? That was meant to ruin her face!
Yun Zhi Yue halted in her tracks and turned around to face the maid who was about to strike her. The maid raised her hand but paused, her beautiful features contorting in pain.
Yun Zhi Yue clutched her stomach and exclaimed, "Ah! My stomach hurts so much! Noble Consort Sister, please call for a physician!"
Noble Consort Yan Mei’s expression shifted in shock; could it be that Yun Zhi Yue was truly unwell? This was impossible!
Under the breathless gazes of those around them, Chong Zi rushed to Yun Zhi Yue's side and helped her up. "Wen Taiyi!"
Wen Ningmo twitched her lips and hurried over, intending to check the pulse. However, Yun Zhi Yue blocked Wen Ningmo's hand, her expression of pain vanishing in an instant. The palace had merely been startled and was out of breath; there was no need to trouble Wen Taiyi.
Ah, this body truly felt a bit fragile. Seeing her sister so worried that her face turned pale was indeed the younger sister's fault. She would return to the palace and reflect on her mistakes.
After appreciating Yan Mei's trembling expression, Yun Zhi Yue supported Luo Bai's arm as they walked away. Even as they distanced themselves, her laughter still echoed like silver bells.
Wen Ningmo clicked her tongue, what a proud woman!
Feng Yu's eyes flashed with brilliance as she fixed her gaze on Yun Zhi Yue's retreating figure. If her previous curiosity was just that, now she was certain that in the heights of Da Feng's harem, there would surely be a place for her.
"Don't you need to follow His Majesty?" In Xing Gong's bedroom, Yun Zhi Yue lazily kicked off her short boots and leaned back against the bed.
Luo Bai bent down to gather the scattered boots and arranged them neatly before speaking, "His Majesty is busy with matters regarding the heirs at this time; Racecourse will need Servant to take care of the follow-up."
"Oh, then you should stay. What’s the point of coming back to the palace with me?"
It was Yun Ji who brought Servant over.
Yun Zhi Yue scoffed, "When did you start listening so obediently? Whatever happened to the Xiu Nu who used to flatter that lofty and noble Luo?"
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