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Yun Qingyu let out a soft "hm" and withdrew his gaze. He said, "These past few days, with nothing to do, I’ve finally completed everything that Young Master Ling has always wanted to do but never had the chance. It can be considered fulfilling his last wish before death. The scene isn’t very pleasant, so Your Highness shouldn’t look at him."
Yun Qingyu indeed had no interest in looking at Ling Jing. He turned away and said, "You don’t need to waste too much energy on him. Once you’re done playing, just take care of it and send the body to the Ling Family. Don’t dirty this palace’s residence."
Thinking that Xin Yao should be back soon, he prepared to head towards the Eastern Pavilion.
Yun Lingchuan pondered for a moment, weighing his words before speaking up, "Your Highness seems to have a special fondness for Xin Yao."
Hearing this, Yun Qingyu paused and cast a concerned glance at Yun Lingchuan regarding his mother’s naivety. He asked, "What do you mean?"
Yun Lingchuan realized he had overstepped his bounds and chuckled awkwardly. "If Your Highness likes him, his identity might pose a problem."
Yun Qingyu coldly replied, "You’re thinking too much," and then took his leave, leaving Yun Lingchuan behind to ponder: Had he misunderstood, or had the prince not considered it himself?
The original Yun Qingyu shared a similar temperament with Fifth Prince Yun Tianzheng; both were impulsive, easily angered, and not particularly bright.
The princess lacked intelligence but made up for it with brute strength, while the prince was purely brawn with a simple mind.
If these siblings were both like Consort Duan, then the rise of the Ling Family over twenty years ago and Consort Duan's favor were merely strokes of luck.
Now that their luck had run out and they lacked the ability to sustain it, their fate was sealed; it was simply their predetermined outcome.
Yun Qingyu walked alone on the way back to the Eastern Pavilion, frowning as he pondered the meaning of the word "like." His thoughts lingered until Xin Yao returned from completing a task, appearing beside him with a compliant demeanor and handing him the key.
He gazed at Xin Yao's handsome and gentle face, secretly thinking: Xin Yao is merely my shadow guard. His loyalty to me is nothing more than trust I have placed in him.
Yet, looking at Xin Yao's close-up features and the brightness in his eyes, Yun Qingyu felt a flicker of uncertainty. He wondered to himself: Am I misunderstanding what it means to like someone?
The next morning, after finishing breakfast, Yun Qingyu entered the palace to pay his respects to Consort Duan.
Upon seeing Yun Qingyu enter, Consort Duan fixed her icy gaze on him and asked, "Qingyu, are you the daughter born of this palace after ten months of pregnancy?"
Yun Qingyu replied coolly, "Do you consider me your daughter born after ten months of pregnancy?"
Consort Duan roared to mask her own guilt, "Whether I consider you my daughter or not, you are still the child born of this palace after ten months. I endured great hardship to give birth to you, yet you repay kindness with malice. Are you even human? You are nothing but an ungrateful wolf!"
Yun Qingyu coldly watched Consort Duan lose her composure, completely unaffected by her emotions.
This woman before him had no relation to him at all; even if he were to embody the original owner of this body, he would likely remain indifferent.
Seeing Yun Qingyu's detached demeanor, Consort Duan restrained herself and said, "Tianzheng was punished with fifty strokes by your father yesterday and has been unconscious ever since. Don't you have anything to say about that?"
Yun Qingyu maintained his indifferent expression and replied, "His punishment was self-inflicted, wasn't it? Being born into a royal family yet acting so impulsively with such a foolish temper—he is destined for a short life."
At these words, Consort Duan's anger surged to new heights as she shouted, "Shut your mouth! If it weren't for you, this rebellious daughter who constantly opposes me, how could Tianzheng have received such a severe punishment? You are a calamity!"
Yun Qingyu looked calmly at Consort Duan and said, "Yun Tianzheng has never regarded me as a sister, so I will not treat him as a brother. Just as you have never seen me as a daughter, you should not blame me today for not seeing you as a mother."
Consort Duan forcefully argued, "You speak nonsense. How have I ever treated you poorly?"
Yun Qingyu gazed at Consort Duan with indifference and replied, "You should blame yourself. I had no grievances with the Ling Family, but unfortunately, your selfishness led you to marry me off to Ling Jing, foolishly thinking you could control me. Do you even know what kind of person your favorite nephew Ling Jing is?"
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