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Ling Xue never expected that Yun Qingyu would completely disregard their relationship and openly humiliate her in front of so many people.
Her face instantly turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained from it, only to flush bright red afterward, resembling a ripe tomato. Her eyes were filled with shock and anger, burning with a fierce intensity.
Shaking with rage, she couldn't help but shout, "Yun Qingyu, how dare you call me by name?"
Her voice was sharp with anger, echoing through the air like the cry of an owl at night, causing the ears of those around her to ring. Everyone could clearly feel the fury radiating from her.
Yet Yun Qingyu was not intimidated in the slightest; instead, she slightly raised her chin, her gaze cold and condescending. Her voice grew even colder, as if it could freeze the very air around them. "Do you believe I can make you kneel until tomorrow morning?"
Her eyes were like blades, piercing directly into Ling Xue, the pressure in her gaze making Ling Xue feel breathless.
Upon hearing this, Ling Xue's expression froze, as if she had been hit by a paralysis spell. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes as she opened her mouth, her lips trembling slightly, unsure of how to respond. It felt as though something was choking her throat.
At that moment, Ling Jing approached slowly, his face pale and sickly. His steps were unsteady, yet he made an effort to stand tall and shield Ling Xue behind him. With a seemingly sincere reprimand on his face, he addressed Yun Qingyu. "Princess Consort, today's poetry gathering should be lively and cheerful; everyone wants to enjoy this rare occasion."
As he spoke, he frowned slightly, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction. "Please do not ruin the atmosphere here."
His tone was gentle, but there was an almost imperceptible provocation hidden deep within his gaze—like a snake lurking in the shadows.
Yun Qingyu's eyes flashed with authority as they turned sharply towards Ling Jing. Her gaze was that of a stern ruler scrutinizing a subject, as if she could see through Ling Jing's facade. "So this is your justification for disrespecting me? Hmph, do you think I am giving you face?"
Her words struck like heavy blows against both Ling Jing and Ling Xue's hearts, each syllable carrying an undeniable weight.
Ling Jing's expression slightly darkened, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, raising his arms high and bowing deeply as he said, "I apologize on behalf of my younger sister to Your Highness."
Yun Qingyu let out a cold laugh, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly, her eyes filled with disdain. "Why should you apologize for Ling Xue's insolence? Does she not have a mouth? This Palace will say it again: kneel."
Each of her words struck like a war drum on the battlefield, echoing in the air with undeniable authority.
Ling Xue's once beautiful face was now flushed with embarrassment, red as if it might bleed. She felt both shame and anger, tears glistening in her eyes, yet she dared not defy Yun Qingyu. Instead, she shot a fierce glare at her, as if she could devour Yun Qingyu whole. In a low voice, she threatened, "If Aunt Consort Duan finds out..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Yun Qingyu interrupted her with a mocking smile that brimmed with contempt. "You can also directly invoke the Empress Dowager and see if this Palace cares."
Hearing this, Ling Xue gritted her teeth in frustration, her teeth clattering as she cursed herself inwardly. She regretted losing her composure earlier; she shouldn't have provoked Yun Qingyu in front of so many people. Now trapped in a difficult situation, she was at a loss for how to resolve it, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Yet Yun Qingyu remained domineering. With a slight frown, her dissatisfaction with the Ling Family grew stronger: without the Ling Family controlling two hundred thousand troops and serving as their backing, even Consort Duan would struggle to navigate the palace. What right did this brainless Ling Xue have to humiliate her here?
Yun Qingyu's gaze turned colder, like an ancient glacier that had never melted. She resembled a proud phoenix, refusing to allow anyone to infringe upon her space, exuding an aura that commanded respect and fear.
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