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Yun Qingyu's gaze shifted slightly, resembling a lively bird, gracefully landing on Xin Yao.
Xin Yao seemed to sense her attention and immediately pointed to his attire, saying, "Your Highness, my clothes are issued by the Shadow Guard." His voice was steady, and his eyes were clear and sincere, showing no signs of evasion.
Yun Qingyu naturally knew this; Xin Yao's outfit was nothing special—just a thin black uniform.
The uniform clung closely to his form, outlining his athletic build. Every design element was crafted for ease of movement, allowing him to blend into the night seamlessly.
Xin Yao stood there obediently, his bright eyes fixed on Yun Qingyu like a puppy waiting for praise from its owner, eagerly hoping for a compliment.
He was as pure as his attire, inside and out, exuding an adorable innocence that was both charming and endearing.
Yun Qingyu looked at him and unexpectedly broke into a sweet smile. The smile was like flowers blooming in spring—radiant and warm, filled with affection.
With a smile, she said, "From now on, as you follow me and attend various occasions, wearing just this black uniform won't do. I will have the Imperial Tailoring Bureau send someone over shortly to measure you for two new outfits."
As she spoke, she cast a slightly disdainful glance at Xin Yao's clothing; the contrast was indeed stark.
Hong Yu raised his head in grievance from the side, his eyes red as if he had suffered a great injustice. With a quivering voice, he said, "Your Highness, that's not fair."
However, all he received in return was Yun Qingyu's cold gaze, as frigid as midwinter. That look pierced through him like a sharp blade, causing him to swallow back his words.
Hong Yu could only mumble softly, "Why does Xin Yao get special treatment?" His lips pouted slightly, displaying his dissatisfaction.
Yun Qingyu's expression was cold and indifferent as she slowly stood up, her figure graceful and noble. As she walked, she said, "This is the residence of This Palace, and This Palace can grant privileges to whomever it chooses."
Her tone left no room for doubt, carrying an innate authority. A few Attendants fell silent, secretly grumbling, "The princess really does treat people differently. She can smile so sweetly at Xin Yao, yet is always so frosty towards us. When will we receive some of that favor too?"
A hint of helplessness and resentment flickered in their eyes.
Xin Yao had already prepared the paper and ink in advance. As soon as Yun Qingyu approached the writing desk, he carefully considered his words before respectfully asking, "Your Highness, there seems to be an issue with the identities of these Attendants. Should I have Subordinate investigate?"
Caution shone in his eyes, and his hand instinctively rested on the hilt of his sword at his waist, ready for action at any moment.
Yun Qingyu smiled slightly, her expression radiating a confidence that suggested she had everything under control. She replied, "Not for now; these individuals should not harbor any ill intentions. This Palace wants them to speak for themselves. As for Lu Mingzhan, there's no need for him to stay in the residence any longer."
With that, she picked up her brush and began to write the Divorce Certificate. The strokes were strong and powerful, each one reflecting her determination.
In the hall, Qilin turned slightly to look at Wen Zhan kneeling beside him, a hint of mockery in his eyes as he whispered, "Once Lu Mingzhan was a Consort; now he's favored by Xin Yao. Look at that—Xin Yao just flew into a rage over you, yet where's your privilege?"
Wen Zhan smiled faintly, though there was a touch of bitterness in his expression. He replied softly, "The imperial family is most heartless; the princess's affections are difficult to fathom. Perhaps my favor is nothing more than a fleeting moment." A sense of loneliness lingered in his gaze, as if he had seen through it all.
While they were chatting idly, Jing Lan hurried in and respectfully reported, "Your Highness, Consort requests an audience."
Yun Qingyu thought to herself that this was timely; it saved her from having to send someone to deliver the Divorce Certificate.
She coldly responded, "Let him in." There was no warmth in her voice.
Qilin smiled mischievously and lowered his voice to ask Wen Zhan, "Didn't you say that His Highness's intentions are hard to grasp? So, do you think Lu Mingzhan will be favored again this time? It seems like his injuries have healed about sixty to seventy percent; at least he can walk on his own now."
As he spoke, his gaze quickly swept over the four people kneeling in the shop, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
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