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She turned her head to glance at Xin Yao, who silently followed behind Yun Qingyu like a shadow. A fleeting glimmer passed through her eyes, reminiscent of a shooting star in the night sky.
Tilting her head slightly, she smiled gently and said, "I have something private I want to discuss with Sister Seven."
Upon hearing this, a mocking curve appeared at the corner of Yun Qingyu's mouth, sharp like a bent blade. She understood the intentions of the Six Princess clearly but still cooperatively raised her hand slightly, instructing Xin Yao, "You stay here and wait for me."
Xin Yao frowned slightly. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, his throat rolling slightly.
However, upon meeting Yun Qingyu's undeniable gaze, he swallowed his words and simply nodded in response, "Yes." His hands unconsciously clenched, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
The Six Princess walked alongside Yun Qingyu with light steps. In that moment, she seemed deeply immersed in her role, treating Yun Qingyu like a close sister. Her expression was gentle and serene, with a soft smile that seemed capable of melting ice and snow.
After walking for a while, the Six Princess spoke up, "Sister Seven, do you have feelings for Wen Zhan now?"
She turned her head slightly to look at Yun Qingyu, curiosity evident in her eyes.
Yun Qingyu did not respond; she continued walking with an indifferent expression, her steps steady and firm as if she hadn't heard the Six Princess's words.
The Six Princess seemed unfazed by her coldness. With a gentle sigh, she continued earnestly, "Young Master Wen seems fine on the surface, but Sister Seven, you should be able to distinguish between pearls and mere glass. How can that Wen Family bastard compare to Mingzhan?"
As she spoke, she looked at Yun Qingyu with what appeared to be concern; however, there was an undertone of provocation in her gaze, a hint of cunning lurking deep within her eyes.
"After all, he is an illegitimate son. How can he possess the innate nobility and pride of a legitimate son? Illegitimate sons are lowly; they rely on their looks to serve others and cling to nobility without any genuine sincerity."
As she spoke, a slight frown creased her brow, as if she were genuinely concerned for Yun Qingyu.
Yun Qingyu furrowed his brow, his expression tightening as he was about to retort when suddenly, a mocking voice rang out not far ahead: "Isn't that the Eldest Princess and her Consort? What are you doing here all alone? After being cast aside by the Eldest Princess, are you feeling so dejected that you can't bear to show your face?"
The voice was sharp and biting, like a dagger cutting through the tranquility of the mountains.
"If I were Master Lu, I certainly wouldn't dare to show my face today. After all, there were so many witnesses to that scene on the main street where you knelt and bowed so many times. Master Lu isn't still hoping to rekindle things with the Eldest Princess, is he? I advise you to give up on such unrealistic fantasies."
The speaker continued, dripping with sarcasm, their laughter echoing through the mountains with malicious intent.
Upon hearing this, the Six Princess instantly forgot her carefully crafted gentle persona. Her expression changed dramatically, her previously soft features twisting into something more menacing.
She strode forward, her steps hurried and chaotic, eyes wide with fury as if they could shoot fire. She shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you all spouting?"
Her voice reverberated in the mountains, trembling with rage.
Meanwhile, Yun Qingyu stood calmly outside the Pavilion, slightly raising his head. His chin tilted up just enough for his gaze to meet Lu Mingzhan's somber and restrained eyes. Those eyes held a complex mix of emotions—pain, resentment, and a hint of barely perceptible hope—like a bottomless lake.
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