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The Lu Family truly made a grave mistake, attempting to use the Empress Dowager as a support to solidify their power. It is well known that the emperor despises any interference from the harem in political matters.
If the Empress or any other consort dared to meddle in state affairs, the emperor could at least reprimand them with his authority. He would slam his hand on the dragon throne, glaring fiercely and issuing loud commands.
But the Empress Dowager was different; she was the emperor's biological mother. Whether out of filial piety or to uphold the supreme yet exemplary status of an emperor, he could not show even a hint of disrespect towards her.
He could only bury his dissatisfaction deep within, but that resentment churned like a surging undercurrent in his heart. Thus, the emperor's discontent stemming from the harem's interference naturally vented itself upon the Lu Family, who relied on the Empress Dowager for support.
Therefore, both the Lu Family and the Hong Family were truly victims of their own cleverness this time, lifting a stone only to drop it on their own feet, like two fools digging their own graves without realizing it.
After Yun Qingyu had knelt before Ling Jing in the Pavilion, Consort Duan could no longer contain herself. Frowning slightly, a glint of malice flashed in her eyes as she ordered someone to bring Yun Qingyu over.
Seated on her lavish chair, Consort Duan put on a facade of gentle smiles as Yun Qingyu entered. The smile was like a mask, concealing a flicker of calculation in her eyes. She straightened her posture and slowly began to speak: "This Palace wishes for you to marry your second uncle's legitimate eldest son. What do you think?"
Her voice was softened as much as possible, yet there remained an unnatural undertone.
Yun Qingyu stood quietly, her posture upright. With her unique ability, she clearly heard Consort Duan's true thoughts.
However, she showed no sign of change on her face; her expression remained as calm as water. She merely raised an eyebrow, a hint of faint mockery flashing in her eyes as she asked in a nonchalant tone, "Are you suggesting that Ling Jing become an attendant in the Princess Residence?" The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, almost smiling.
The smile on Consort Duan's face instantly froze, as if she had been struck by a spell. A look of shock crossed her eyes as she suddenly raised her voice: "What did you say?"
Her body leaned forward slightly, disbelief evident in her gaze.
Yun Qingyu's expression remained calm as she replied slowly, "This Palace already has four Attendants. If Ling Jing were to come, he would only be the fifth. If he wishes to, This Palace has no objections."
She tilted her head slightly, wearing an indifferent look.
Upon hearing this, Consort Duan's face darkened instantly, like a storm cloud gathering. She inwardly cursed, "This ungrateful daughter is becoming more and more intolerable."
Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes filled with fury.
However, she quickly suppressed her anger and forced a bright smile as she spoke again, "Mother's intention is for Ling Jing to become your Consort." Her hands gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, striving to keep her voice gentle.
Yun Qingyu merely glanced at Consort Duan, her gaze devoid of warmth, as if she were looking at a stranger. She was too lazy to engage in the hypocritical act of maternal affection and stated bluntly, "This Palace has just dismissed a Consort and has no plans to take another for now. Moreover, Ling Jing is not my type; someone like him does not catch my eye."
She lifted her chin slightly, her eyes reflecting a stubbornness and disdain.
Consort Duan trembled with rage upon hearing this. She clutched her folding fan tightly, her knuckles turning white from the pressure as if she intended to crush it.
Struggling to maintain her smile, she angrily reminded Yun Qingyu, "As children, marriage matters should be decided by the mother."
Her teeth ground together audibly. Yun Qingyu stood silently in response, offering no reply.
She lowered her gaze slightly, thinking: In her heart, even if marriage matters were to be decided by a mother, it should not be Consort Duan. Her own biological mother had never spoken such words to her; what right did Consort Duan have to interfere in her marriage?
A fleeting hint of sadness crossed her eyes but was quickly replaced by indifference.
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