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Afterward, Jing Lan prepared lunch, along with an essential bowl of medicinal soup.
Xin Yao obediently drank the medicine and had a meal with Yun Qingyu.
Jing Lan reported from the side, "The Heir of the Ling Family has been here since early morning and has been waiting until now. Your Highness, would you like to meet him?"
Yun Qingyu continued eating, his tone indifferent as he replied, "This Palace has no time to see him."
Jing Lan bowed and said, "Yes, I will go at once."
Yun Qingyu looked at Xin Yao and asked, "Have you felt any discomfort in your body recently?"
Xin Yao paused, his emotions plummeting like a roller coaster.
He replied, "I don't feel anything." This question made Xin Yao sensitive and worried, leaving him unsure of how to respond.
The reason he could occupy half of his master's bed every night was due to this peculiar illness. Without that reason, he would have no justification for staying in his master's bed. Even if his master did not drive him away, he could not overstay his welcome; otherwise, it would be a great disrespect.
Yun Qingyu listened to Xin Yao's unspoken thoughts and seemed lost in contemplation before finally saying, "Let's eat. If you feel fine, you can skip the medicinal soup. Medicine can be harmful in excess; drinking too much is not beneficial."
Xin Yao responded with a quiet "Yes" and lowered his head to continue eating.
After lunch, the steward returned to report on the events of the day.
"Your Highness, the Emperor has ordered the Imperial Guard to raid the Ying Family and the Wei Family. They discovered a considerable amount of gold and silver treasures, as well as some valuable antiques. The Emperor is furious, and the court officials are trembling in fear, but the Ling Family has been relatively quiet and has yet to take any action. Last night, during the hour of the pig, an assassin entered the residence."
Yun Qingyu raised his eyes and asked, "Who sent the assassin?"
The steward replied, "Your Highness, there were two groups of people. My subordinates left two alive. After interrogation, we learned that one group was from a Rogue Assassin, hired by someone from Prime Minister Lu's faction. The other group seems to be from the Ling Family, but before I could gather more information, he committed suicide by poison."
Yun Qingyu smiled faintly. "Prime Minister Lu is quite clever; he knows how to hire assassins, but his judgment is lacking. He spent money only to be betrayed."
The steward continued, "Yesterday afternoon, representatives from Prince Rong's Residence—Second Young Master, Prince Qing's Residence—Legitimate Son, and the young master of the Ping Shizi Family, along with a young man from Kang County Prince's Mansion, came to see you. They were informed that you were not in and said they would return this afternoon."
Yun Qingyu responded with a soft "Mm," saying, "This Palace understands. You may leave now."
Yun Qingyu had no particular reaction to the assassin incident; being in the whirlpool of interests made such matters unsurprising. Moreover, the defenses of the residence had been adjusted by Xin Yao, making it nearly impossible for an assassin to enter. With Lu Jun and the Fu family's shadow guards at Eastern Pavilion handling things, he felt no concern.
Xin Yao brought Yun Qingyu's Ebony Zither. Using sound to manipulate energy required profound internal strength, which was not difficult for Xin Yao; at least it was much easier to comprehend than playing chess.
Yun Qingyu taught with dedication while Xin Yao learned earnestly. Even when controlling her strength, she produced significant effects that caused the Five Attendants in West Pavilion to feel strong fluctuations in energy and come over to watch.
When Hong Yu saw Yun Qingyu teaching Xin Yao how to play the zither, she immediately felt jealous and complained unhappily, "Your Highness is so biased! Why don't you teach me?"
Shen Zhongjing spoke leisurely, "Hong Yu, do you want His Highness to distribute his affection evenly?"
Hong Yu pouted and said, "I have deep feelings for His Highness, yet he gives all his favor to Xin Yao. That's just not fair!"
Wen Zhan glanced at Hong Yu and said, "Why don't you talk about fairness with Lu Jinzhi instead of His Highness?"
Hong Yu shot him a glare, her gaze shifting to the two people inside the room. "Why should I compare myself to that kind of thing?"
Yun Lingchuan's eyes fell on Xin Yao's face, deep in thought. He silently wondered: Could it be that His Highness really has feelings for this shadow guard?
Originally, Yun Qingyu had no intention of paying attention to the commotion at the door, but they were just too loud. "Everyone, shut up for This Palace. Chu Ling stays; the rest kneel in peace."
Hong Yu wore a shocked expression and exclaimed, "Why is it not me again?"
Shen Zhongjing leisurely teased, "Wen Zhan's favor truly is fleeting; he hasn't even shown much affection before losing it. I wonder how long Chu Ling can maintain it."
Hong Yu scoffed, "I bet it won't last more than a day."
Xin Yao raised her eyes, suppressing the urge to throw Hong Yu out, and coldly said, "Did you not hear your master command you to return?"
Hong Yu pouted and muttered under her breath, "Relying on favoritism, acting like a tyrant, small-minded people getting their way."
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