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Yun Qingyu felt a cold smile creeping into her heart, as chilling as the winter wind raging within.
She had long suspected that this green tea sister was up to something again, but she wanted to see what the Six Princess was really plotting. So, she calmly agreed to step aside for a private conversation, her steps steady like a sage who understood everything.
The Six Princess wore a face full of sincerity, her smile warm like the spring sun. Her earnest demeanor seemed genuinely concerned for Yun Qingyu, with praises for Lu Mingzhan flowing from her lips. Each word was like a carefully chosen piece on a chessboard, laid out step by step to guide Yun Qingyu's thoughts, her eyes glinting with calculated intent.
She resembled a seasoned hunter, her gaze sly as she led Yun Qingyu closer to the Pavilion.
There, Lu Mingzhan was surrounded and humiliated by several Noble Young Masters. The Six Princess felt a surge of delight within her, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly in an almost imperceptible arc, believing her plan was about to succeed. If only Yun Qingyu could witness Lu Mingzhan's plight, it would surely evoke her sympathy and rekindle their old feelings.
The Six Princess acted with great fervor, furrowing her brow deeply, her eyes filled with fury like burning flames.
Suddenly, she stepped forward and loudly reprimanded the Noble Young Masters: "How dare you, the legitimate sons of the Xiang family, take advantage of his misfortune? Get out of here!"
Her voice echoed through the mountains with an undeniable authority, resonating like a great bell and causing the surrounding leaves to rustle.
At that moment, seeing the Six Princess enraged, the Noble Young Masters showed little sign of panic. One of them feigned an apology and slightly bowed, wearing an expression that seemed respectful: "Six Princess, please calm your anger. We are merely trying to enlighten Master Lu, so he doesn’t hang himself on one tree. There are countless women in this world; why should he always yearn for what doesn’t belong to him?"
As they spoke, they discreetly observed Yun Qingyu's reaction from the corners of their eyes, their gazes akin to sneaky rats—cautious yet scheming.
From the first glance at this scene, Yun Qingyu had seen through their scheme. She remained silent, standing outside the Pavilion with a calm expression, her back straight like an unmovable iceberg.
Her cold gaze took in everything before her; it was as sharp as a blade of ice and met Lu Mingzhan's dim yet resilient eyes.
It must be said that they were putting on quite a convincing act. If it had been the old, naive Yun Qingyu, she might have been fooled by this clumsy performance. But the current Yun Qingyu was no longer the same; her eyes reflected a clarity that seemed to see through everything.
The man in the Pavilion suddenly noticed Yun Qingyu and immediately froze, his body trembling slightly as he respectfully bowed. "Greetings, Princess Consort."
His voice quivered, tinged with a hint of fear.
Yun Qingyu remained silent, watching intently as if she were enjoying a poorly executed play, her gaze laced with mockery.
Once the scene performed by the several Noble Young Masters concluded, the Sixth Princess hurried forward, her steps quick and her voice sharp. "Why aren't you leaving yet?" Her tone was urgent, as if she wanted to end this farce as soon as possible.
The young men felt as if they had received a reprieve and quickly turned to flee from the Pavilion, their hurried steps resembling those of frightened rabbits.
However, Yun Qingyu keenly observed that they were not heading down the mountain but rather toward the dense forest above.
She frowned slightly, deep in thought: It seemed there was another plan in motion; they were deliberately luring This Palace up the mountain.
Seeing Lu Mingzhan being belittled and humiliated without uttering a word of rebuttal, silently enduring all the mockery and trampling, it appeared he was trying to evoke This Palace's sympathy in hopes of rekindling their relationship. What a clever scheme, she thought, a flicker of disdain crossing her eyes.
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