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Upon hearing Yun Qingyu's words, he had genuinely intended to forgive Lu Mingzhan, but Xin Yao's cold and indifferent expression suddenly turned even icier, as if the frost of winter had thickened once more.
A heavy stone seemed to press down on his heart, creating an inexplicable, suffocating feeling, as if a fire of anger burned within his chest with nowhere to vent.
In the next moment, he heard Yun Qingyu continue, "I can only forgive him for his offensive words; there will be no place for Lu Mingzhan in Princess Manor."
At these words, a hint of a smile unexpectedly appeared on Xin Yao's usually cold and detached face, like the first ray of sunlight breaking through melting snow.
His gaze sparkled brighter, resembling twinkling stars in the night sky, filled with a touch of delight as he respectfully replied, "Yes, I will take care of it right away." With that, he turned and left quickly, his steps lighter than usual.
Yun Qingyu narrowed her eyes slightly, sitting quietly with a cup of tea in her hands. She took a gentle sip, savoring the fragrance that spread in her mouth. She waited calmly for news from the palace, her expression serene like a bottomless tranquil pool.
From Princess Manor to Lu's Mansion, under the watchful eyes of nearly half the capital's populace, Lu Mingzhan trudged forward with great difficulty.
Each time he knelt down, sharp pain shot through his knees; each time he bowed his head to the ground, it met the earth with a dull thud.
The blazing sun hung mercilessly in the sky, scorching him and fueling his humiliation and anger like a raging fire within. The three kneelings and nine knockings were the greatest humiliation he had ever endured in his life.
Finally, like a living corpse, he reached the entrance of Lu's Mansion after enduring three kneelings and nine knockings.
Lu Mingzhan's face was as pale as paper, devoid of color, his entire being radiating exhaustion and weariness.
His knees were scraped raw, blood seeping through his clothes and mingling with the dirt beneath him, creating a stark contrast. His hands were swollen and scraped as well; his once long and fair fingers were now marred with wounds.
Old wounds had not yet healed, and new injuries had been added. The once graceful and spirited Nobleman was now a pitiful sight, like a butterfly with its wings drenched by rain, no longer possessing its former elegance.
Lady Lu, witnessing this, felt her heart ache as tears welled up in her eyes. She hurriedly rushed forward to support her son, her voice trembling as she said, "What on earth happened? My son!"
Her face was a mixture of anger, fury, and heartache, her eyes reddening involuntarily, the fire of rage within them seeming ready to burn everything to ashes.
"The Eldest Princess is going too far! My once bright and noble son has been tortured into this state; I can hardly recognize him. That damned Yun Qingyu, that wretched woman—no amount of punishment could ever quell my hatred!" Lady Lu cursed through gritted teeth, the hatred in her eyes almost palpable.
The Prime Minister stood nearby, watching his son's miserable condition with growing fury. His brows furrowed deeply, his expression dark and terrifying.
"Mingzhan, what exactly happened? Did I not instruct you to appease the Eldest Princess?" The Prime Minister's voice was low and authoritative, laced with suppressed anger.
Lu Mingzhan struggled to maintain his weak composure as he replied, "Father, please calm down. Today I went to seek peace with the Princess Consort. She... she demanded that I crawl from the Princess Manor to the Lu Family's doorstep and said that if I could do it, she would forgive me."
His voice was hoarse and feeble; each word seemed to drain him of strength.
Lady Lu could not contain her fury as she interrupted him mid-sentence. Trembling with rage, her eyes blazed with indignation as if she were ready to leap forward and bite: "You are still the Legitimate Son of the Prime Minister's Residence; how dare she humiliate you like this?"
Lu Mingzhan quickly reminded his mother, "Mother, there are many people watching. Please be mindful of your words; if this reaches the Eldest Princess's ears, it could lead to more trouble."
As he spoke, he nervously glanced at the crowd surrounding them, a flicker of concern crossing his face.
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