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The Sixth Princess wore a gentle smile at the corners of her mouth, radiant like the warm sun of spring. Yet, a glint of cunning flickered in her eyes, reminiscent of a little fox. She came to stoke the flames again, attempting to solidify her image as kind and gentle.
With graceful steps, she approached everyone, slightly furrowing her brow and speaking with a worried expression, “Sister Seven, Young Master Ling is your cousin and also the nephew of Consort Duan. General Ling commands a powerful army and holds great prestige in the court. If Young Master Ling is humiliated here today, General Ling and Consort Duan will surely not be pleased.”
As she spoke, she cast worried glances at everyone, her gaze lingering on each face for a moment, as if she genuinely cared for them. However, beneath that sincerity lay deep calculations.
Upon hearing her words, the crowd nodded subtly; some frowned slightly while others pressed their lips together, all thinking: “Indeed, the Sixth Princess is understanding and considerate. Unlike the Seventh Princess, who is relentless in her reasoning—demanding one person kneel after another, often resorting to whips and slaps. It’s truly too domineering. How can there be such a stark difference among daughters of the emperor?”
Yun Qingyu heard these unspoken thoughts clearly. Her gaze shifted slightly, sharp as lightning as it fell upon those Noble Young Masters and Noble Ladies.
At that moment, when they met her eyes, each one displayed an attitude of respect and humility, quickly bowing their heads in unison as if trained to do so. They dared not look directly into her eyes, as if those eyes concealed a demon ready to devour them.
However, their inner thoughts betrayed their outward demeanor; the disdain hidden in their depths and their support for the Sixth Princess were all seen by Yun Qingyu. She frowned slightly, a cold smile forming within her heart.
Yun Qingyu understood well that the Sixth Princess's words were merely adding fuel to the fire. Firstly, it was an intentional reminder to Ling Xue that she need not fear offending her.
With Consort Duan and Ling Ancheng backing her up, even Yun Qingyu could do nothing against her.
Secondly, it was meant to win over hearts and gain favor. Her various displays could subtly lead those present to take sides. In this way, Yun Qingyu would find herself surrounded by hostility, like a lone deer coveted by a pack of wolves.
Unfortunately for her, there’s a saying: higher officials can crush lower ones. Yun Qingyu’s status and temperament meant she wouldn’t care about these people’s opinions. Thus, the Sixth Princess's little schemes were destined to be futile—like hitting cotton with a fist.
Yun Qingyu slightly lowered her gaze; her long eyelashes fell like fans. She gently caressed the black whip tied at her waist, fingers gliding slowly along its length as a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth: “This Palace has been feeling a bit restless lately.”
Her voice was not loud, yet it seemed to chill the air around her, like a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell, sending shivers down everyone's spine. "Wen Zhan, do you think it would be more appropriate for This Palace to drag someone out for a good whipping, or should we just go straight to raiding their homes?"
She glanced at Wen Zhan, a hint of mockery flickering in her eyes as she raised an eyebrow, as if discussing a trivial matter.
Upon hearing this, the faces of those present turned pale in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained from them. Anxiety filled their eyes, and their pupils constricted sharply.
They dared not breathe, their bodies trembling slightly; some even felt their legs weaken, as if they were about to be struck by Yun Qingyu's whip or have their homes ransacked at any moment.
The atmosphere in the room was tense to the extreme, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop; it was as silent as a graveyard.
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