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Her voice was not loud, yet it resonated like a great bell in everyone's ears, each word dripping with undeniable authority, the momentum spreading like surging waves around her.
As Yun Qingyu's words fell, the scene was instantly plunged into silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The crowd exchanged glances, their eyes filled with panic and hesitation, each lost in their own thoughts.
They reasoned that Ling Xue was after all Consort Duan's niece and Yun Qingyu's cousin; even if the Princess Consort was furious, she couldn't possibly take out her anger on her mother's family, could she?
If things escalated, it would be them—those who had merely chimed in—who would end up suffering. They might even be used as a punching bag.
Their bodies involuntarily stiffened slightly, cold sweat forming on their foreheads.
At that moment, several noblewomen appeared visibly anxious, their bodies trembling like leaves in the wind.
They hurriedly stepped forward with small, hurried steps, their postures submissive. One of the women bowed her head almost to her chest and trembled as she said, "This humble daughter spoke out of turn just now; I beg Your Highness for forgiveness."
Her voice carried a hint of tears, as if she might break down at any moment. The others quickly echoed her sentiments, repeatedly saying "Please forgive us, Your Highness," their eyes filled with fear and darting away from Yun Qingyu.
At this point, Ling Jing still had not come to his senses.
He spoke in a deep voice, "Princess Consort, this matter has escalated and it is not good for you either. I apologize on behalf of my sister and assure you that I will properly discipline her when we return. I hope Your Highness can spare her this time."
Yun Qingyu slightly turned her head; the movement was sharp and beautiful as she cast a glance at Ling Jing filled with mockery, as if looking at a foolish clown. "Not good for This Palace? Where does that reasoning come from?"
Ling Jing felt a bit guilty under Yun Qingyu's gaze. His eyes flickered slightly, but he still forced himself to appear calm, straightening his body in an attempt to regain some authority.
After a moment of silence, Ling Jing spoke, "As an elder brother with lax family rules, Lin Xue is at fault, and it is also my responsibility as her brother. I am willing to accept the punishment from the Princess Consort."
He thought that by saying this, Yun Qingyu would be somewhat apprehensive and would not make things too difficult for them. He frowned slightly, a glimmer of calculation flashing in his eyes.
However, Yun Qingyu merely smiled sarcastically, her smile sharp as a cold blade, radiating an icy chill. "In that case, kneel down and apologize to This Palace, and slap yourself twenty times."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Ling Jing's expression turned extremely grim, like a sky filled with dark clouds. His eyes widened in shock and anger, staring at Yun Qingyu in disbelief as if he had heard something utterly absurd.
The atmosphere around them instantly became more tense, as if shrouded in a thick layer of frost.
The other noble ladies and gentlemen took a step back in alarm, their steps hurried and their eyes filled with shock.
They thought to themselves that this Princess Consort was indeed ruthless; she wouldn't even spare her own mother's nephew. It was truly terrifying.
Their expressions varied—some had their mouths agape while others furrowed their brows—all were frightened by Yun Qingyu's decision.
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