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The most prominent figure at the moment was none other than Lin Wanyi, who had entered the palace alongside Yun Zhi Yue, making one reflect on the stark differences in fate between individuals. During that selection process, the three who stood out the most were Zheng San Pin Xiu Hua, who was posthumously honored after her death; another who became a Fourth-Rank Noble Consort, yet remained under the thumb of the Empress.
Now, Lin Wanyi was also making a remarkable ascent, starting from Fourth-Rank Noble Consort. What would her ultimate fate be? Outside, the winds of change were stirring, while Yun Zhi Yue remained calm, tending to her flowers and plants.
One day, Cui Ling mentioned that Qin Wang Shizi had sent someone with flowers and plants, which stirred some emotions within her. These were no ordinary flowers; within a single leaf, she received vital information.
In the stillness of midnight, Yao Xian Palace was quiet. Clad in a black cloak, Yun Zhi Yue left her chambers alone and made her way toward the vicinity of Cold Palace. Under the moonlit sky, the imperial city was thick with an oppressive atmosphere, especially near Cold Palace, where many women had met tragic ends filled with deep resentment.
This was merely an ordinary dimension; otherwise, she would never have come to such a place. After standing for a while on a narrow and secluded path, a figure dressed in dark clothing appeared.
Yun Zhi Yue scoffed; so what if they could perform lightness skills? Her Puppet Body had never trained in martial arts since childhood—she could do just as well without it.
Feng Yu removed his mask and smiled at her. "Did you come here by yourself? Were you afraid?"
"Not at all," she replied curtly, her attitude cold.
Feng Yu seemed oblivious to her demeanor and continued with familiarity: "Only here at Cold Palace are the guards lax. It’s truly not easy to see you, my lady. I find myself reminiscing about our days in Xing Gong."
Yun Zhi Yue frowned. "You called This Palace here just to say such nonsense?"
Feng Yu crossed a line by grasping her wrist. "Not at all."
Yun Zhi Yue pulled away angrily. "Crown Prince has overstepped!"
Feng Yu showed no signs of displeasure and apologized. "It was His Highness's rudeness. However, there’s no rush. I called you here to inform you not to leave your chambers these days."
The Empress is about to take action; for now, His Highness does not know who is being arranged for this task. Not all pieces on the board will obediently follow orders. If you wish to avoid being implicated, you must stay hidden.
Yun Zhi Yue was not surprised by this news; considering Fang Jieyu's condition nearing a month along, it wouldn’t be strange for the Empress to act now. Yet Feng Yu could have sent a message instead of coming into the palace for such trivial matters?
Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Feng Yu chuckled lightly. "His Highness wanted to see you. Last night he dreamt of a girl dressed in peculiar clothing who told him stories about flowers and plants."
For some reason, he suddenly felt an intense desire to see her; it was an inexplicable feeling that made His Highness believe there must be some kind of fate between him and the lady.
Yun Zhi Yue furrowed her brows tightly, staring at Feng Yu for a long while.
"Crown Prince," she said, "if you desire power, we can cooperate. But if you want more..."
Feng Yu raised an eyebrow, "What if I want more?"
"You will die," she replied coldly. "I detest being bound, especially by someone like you!"
After a moment of stunned silence, Feng Yu let out a soft, amused laugh and reached out to tease her cheek. "Is that so? Then His Highness truly looks forward to it." With that, he vanished in an instant.
Yun Zhi Yue wiped her face in annoyance, turned to leave, and added, "I will not disappoint your expectations."
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