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Yun Zhi Yue sneered, "If you step out that door, Luo will twist your neck."
Wen Ningmo pointed at Yun Zhi Yue, his finger trembling with anger. He glanced at Luo, whose eyes were filled with amusement, and in a fit of rage, he threw down his sleeves and sat beside Feng Die. He poured himself a cup of tea and drank deeply, completely ignoring the two.
Trying to ignore the tightening embrace behind her, Yun Zhi Yue turned to Feng Die and began to elaborate, "As the Crown Prince has observed, this palace is not pregnant at all; the heir to this kingdom is still uncertain. Perhaps when the Crown Prince entered the capital, it was merely to prolong his life. Fate is fickle; why not take a gamble on the future?"
"If His Majesty wishes to eliminate Qin Wangzi, and if the Crown Prince is willing to assist in cutting off the troops prepared by Qin Wang's territory for Kang Wang, perhaps one day the Crown Prince could sit upon the dragon throne."
Wen Ningmo was taken aback. "How do you know about Qin Wang's military preparations? Why is His Majesty targeting Qin Wang?"
Yun Zhi Yue replied with a glint in her eye, "It must be that this palace sent someone to infiltrate Qin Wang Fu. As for His Majesty's displeasure with Feng Yu's gaze upon the throne—that's another matter."
Wen Ningmo continued to scowl. "Things are not as simple as you say. You show no sincerity and still come here to discuss cooperation?"
Yun Zhi Yue retorted sharply, "This palace isn't seeking your counsel. Why do you have so much to say? No wonder you still haven't married; who would want you?"
Feng Die interjected gently, "Your Highness may not be aware, but my sister is betrothed to Wen Taiyi. This concerns both families' futures; Ningmo certainly has a say in this matter."
Yun Zhi Yue clapped her hands with a smile. "Isn't that even better? Although the Wen Family only holds positions in the Imperial Medical Bureau, they have saved many lives and have extensive connections."
It seemed that the Crown Prince wasn't as devoid of ambition as he appeared. With the support of the Wen Family, his future would undoubtedly be much brighter.
"This palace is not lacking in sincerity; the fact that I am not pregnant is enough for you to grasp. There’s no need for me to disclose anything else."
Feng Die shook her head. "His Highness will not cooperate with someone whose intentions are unclear. You’ve said much about your own aims but revealed not a word about them."
"Being pregnant, becoming an Imperial Noble Consort, inciting His Majesty against Qin Wang—these matters together lead His Highness to believe your ambitions may be quite grand."
Yun Zhi Yue paused for a moment before leaning back into Luo's embrace with a smile. "Who doesn’t desire power? This palace wishes to become Empress."
Her light-hearted declaration left three men stunned, and the courtyard fell silent as if a pin could be heard dropping.
Yun Zhi Yue teased, "What’s wrong? Are you all frightened by this palace? Who says women cannot hold power? Currently, His Majesty seems to entertain such thoughts; as long as I put in some effort and secure the Succession Edict, I will be justified in my claim."
"Moreover," she continued, "the Crown Prince need not think this palace is playing games with you. If it’s not through His Majesty’s bloodline seeking power, he will never willingly issue an edict; otherwise, rebellion would be inevitable."
"If I were to become Empress first, it would be different. When I grow tired of it, I would naturally abdicate. The Crown Prince would then have a legitimate claim and could win over the hearts of court officials; after all, with an Empress title, discontent among officials would surely arise."
Wen Ningmo's face darkened. "You’re making a joke of Da Feng’s people; you clearly don’t understand court politics!"
"Your Majesty has been an emperor for decades; how much state affairs has he truly managed?" Yun Zhi Yue scoffed. "Isn’t everything still running smoothly?"
"Besides, I don’t understand these matters, but Luo does. The Si Li Jian isn’t just for show. What’s wrong with me wanting to sit on the Dragon Throne? It won’t break, will it?"
A deep, melodious laughter echoed in the air as Luo replied with a hint of amusement, "Your Highness, what makes you think that after getting me trapped in Zhao Prison, I would still help you?"
Yun Zhi Yue retorted confidently, "From the looks of it, you don’t seem like someone who can leave this palace anytime soon. Since that’s the case, you might as well continue being my servant; consider it a favor from me."
The wide sleeves of the Azure Long Robe completely enveloped her delicate figure. Luo smiled brightly, "Thank you for your generous grace, Your Highness. The Si Li Jian will certainly obey your every command."
Upon hearing this, Feng Die's expression changed slightly as she exchanged a glance with Wen Zimo, who was rubbing his forehead.
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