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Ling Ancheng was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Yun Qingyu suddenly changed the tone of the conversation, saying, "However, what Ling Chuan just mentioned happens to align with what This Palace has in mind. General Ling can choose one of two options." Upon hearing this, Ling Ancheng's expression froze once again.
Yun Qingyu's Five Attendants took turns mocking him with cold jibes.
The Grand General remained silent for a moment, employing a delaying tactic. "In that case, I agree to the conditions proposed by Master Yun, but Ling Jing is injured. I ask Princess Consort to grant him a few days' grace so he can recover at home."
Yun Lingchuan immediately interjected, "I happen to be a doctor and can guarantee that Ling Jing will be healed within ten days."
Yun Qingyu ignored those requests and stepped outside, stating, "Within half an hour, This Palace expects to see Ling Jing appear at the Princess Residence. Otherwise, This Palace will go to the palace and discuss this matter with Father Emperor."
Xin Yao silently followed behind, while Yun Lingchuan scoffed coldly, "Farewell."
Qilin chuckled and remarked, "To think you could conquer the Princess Consort, Young Master Ling really has some audacity." With that, he stepped forward to catch up.
Wen Zhan also lingered in front of Ling Ancheng and casually said, "My condolences."
Shen Zhongjing teased Wen Zhan, "Young Master Wen should focus on his studies; only in homes where someone has died do we offer condolences."
Wen Zhan replied with an "Oh," saying, "I apologize then. I just thought that Ling Jing's upcoming days would be worse than death, so it felt like he was already dead. But since that might not be appropriate to say, I should apologize for it."
Then both of them left together. Hong Yu was the last to arrive; scratching his head, he said, "I don't really know what to say. Although I'm a kind-hearted young master with good looks, I still find it hard to tolerate anyone who disrespects my lord."
With a melancholic sigh, Hong Yu noticed that Yun Qingyu and the others had already stepped out of the courtyard gate. He hurriedly jogged after them, calling out, "Your Highness, wait for me!"
Hong Yu had a tendency to deal harshly with those he disliked, as exemplified by the way he kicked Ling Jing into the air, leaving her severely injured.
Ling Yan was perplexed; she had spoken to Ling Jing in a hushed tone, ensuring that only the two of them could hear, and they were at least several dozen steps away from Yun Qingyu. Who would have thought that her hearing was so sharp?
Ling Ancheng felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
Inside the carriage, Xin Yao knelt and reported, "The one who injured Ling Jing just now was Hong Yu. His speed was astonishingly quick; even Ling Ancheng didn't notice."
Yun Qingyu closed her eyes to rest. She knew Hong Yu was skilled in martial arts, but she hadn't expected him to be so profound.
Indeed, his speed was remarkable—so much so that it made her wonder about his master. Who could teach such a technique? A certain possibility crossed her mind; perhaps it was that person.
Her voice grew increasingly languid as she remarked, "This Palace has hidden experts lurking nearby, each pretending to be harmless."
Xin Yao looked up and said, "They dared to deceive the master; they should be severely punished."
Yun Qingyu opened her eyes thoughtfully and asked, "How should they be punished?"
Xin Yao understood that although they had secrets, they had not done anything harmful to the princess; in fact, they had been helping her out of jealousy.
So he suggested, "Punish them by not allowing them to see the master for a month."
Yun Qingyu laughed upon hearing this and said, "What kind of punishment is that? Not seeing me? That hardly counts as severe."
She exclaimed in surprise, "A month?"
Xin Yao thought that Yun Qingyu also wanted to see those beauty attendants and timidly said, "If the master feels it's inappropriate, half a month is fine too."
Yun Qingyu smiled lightly, "Once they have things to do in the future, whether or not they see This Palace doesn't matter. With Feng Jinzhi gone and Ling Jing here, This Palace's courtyard won't have any peace."
Xing Yao lowered her head and remained silent, but inside she felt a bit of joy.
Whether the courtyard was peaceful or not didn't matter; as long as the Eastern Pavilion could be calm, that was enough.
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