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Upon returning to the Imperial Palace, the Emperor spotted a familiar figure kneeling in the courtyard from a distance. Chen Hai reported softly, "Consort Duan has been waiting for you for a long time." The Emperor felt a pang of emotion in his heart.
Consort Duan had been by his side for many years, and he actually held some affection for her. However, the actions of the Ling Family were too outrageous, and he felt he had already shown enough mercy.
In just a few days, the once favored Consort Duan seemed to have aged over a decade. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face pale and haggard. Upon seeing the Emperor approach, Consort Duan lifted her head, tears brimming in her eyes as she pleaded with him, "I deserve to die!"
Seeing Consort Duan, who had served him for over twenty years, in such a state made it hard for the Emperor to continue punishing her. He spoke softly, "The matter of the Ling Family ends here. I will not pursue it further, nor will I let it implicate you and Tianzheng. Do not think too much about it; go back now."
Upon hearing this, despair instantly washed over Consort Duan's face as she said, "Without my family, even if Your Majesty spares me, how will I live on?"
The Emperor's earlier compassion was shattered by her words. He replied sternly, "You want me to spare them? How can I maintain authority if I do that? Do you treat the laws of our nation as mere decorations? You have devoted yourself to Tianzheng and the Ling Family, but what about Qingyu? How did your two nephews offend Qingyu? With such bias, Consort Duan, you need to reflect on your actions."
Consort Duan cried out in anguish, "Your Majesty, the Ling Family has no heirs left. Ling Jing's fate is unknown. I only ask that Your Majesty allow Ling Yan to have descendants; let me hold onto some hope!"
The Emperor did not expect that after everything, Consort Duan would still make such a request. Anger flared within him as he said, "You want this child to be born without parents, living in hatred from birth? Will he grow up seeking revenge against me?"
Consort Duan swayed slightly and hurriedly shook her head in an attempt to explain. The Emperor had lost his patience and shouted, "Someone! Take Consort Duan back!"
Meanwhile, at the Second Prince's Residence, Queen Legitimacy's son Yun Tiankuo sat in his study listening to a subordinate's report. He sneered coldly.
"The situation with the Ling Family is extremely detrimental; yet the Emperor has not stripped Consort Duan of her title. Is it out of respect for the Eldest Princess or lingering feelings for Consort Duan?"
A subordinate responded nearby, "Even if Consort Duan retains her title, without the Ling Family, Fifth Prince Yun Tianzheng will lose his ability to compete for succession. However, although Third Prince has been demoted to Duke, tomorrow is the Empress Dowager's birthday. If Duke of Jin requests to see Consort Lu..."
Yun Tiankuo lazily glanced at him and corrected him, "What Consort Lu? She is now Lu Zhaoyi."
The man clasped his fists and apologized, "Your Highness speaks truly; it was my mistake."
The Second Prince, filled with anticipation, sneered, "The reason Consort Lu was demoted to a mere Consort was that she offended Yun Qingyu. When Father needs Yun Qingyu, how could he possibly upset her for the sake of a discarded child? If she stirs up trouble at the Empress Dowager's Birthday tomorrow and provokes Yun Qingyu, that would be even better. She might end up in the cold palace, stripped of her title. Therefore, sometimes one must exercise patience and let others make the moves. Look at me; I can effortlessly seize the position of heir and enjoy the fruits of their labor—how wonderful!"
After a pleased chuckle, the Second Prince reminded the man beside him, "You must pay attention to the the Qin Family lately. Don't draw too much attention; keep valuables hidden. If Yun Qingyu discovers anything, there will be no way to explain."
"Rest assured, Your Highness. The the Qin Family is above reproach. Even if the Eldest Princess were to take over the entire residence, she wouldn't find any questionable sources of silver," the man replied.
The Second Prince nodded slightly and said, "In any case, it's better to be cautious. Avoid provoking Yun Qingyu at critical moments."
The man nodded in agreement. "You can rest easy, Your Highness. Compared to the resentments and schemes of other households, the Princess Residence is quite peaceful."
After breakfast, Yun Qingyu taught Xin Yao how to play chess, and after lunch, she instructed him on music and sound control.
Now they were sparring in martial arts.
Martial skills require regular practice, especially for those in high positions; with servants attending to everything, if one doesn't train regularly, their abilities are bound to decline. Just then, Yun Qingyu lost her balance and began to fall backward.
Xin Yao was instantly alarmed. He dropped the wooden stick in his hand and swiftly moved to catch her.
The close proximity of her beautiful face and his heroic gesture made Yun Qingyu's cheeks flush without her realizing it.
Xin Yao's gentlemanly hands hesitated for a moment but ultimately broke decorum and lovingly supported Yun Qingyu's waist. Once he steadied her, he quietly waited for his mistress, willing to accept any punishment if she was displeased.
Yun Qingyu and Xin Yao locked eyes for a moment, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips as he said, "Not bad, you're becoming more impressive." Xin Yao remained silent, her lips pressed together.
A corner of his heart softened significantly. For a shadow guard as formidable as him, this softness was a deadly weapon—one that could lead to ruin. Yet, he couldn't help but sink deeper into it, even yearning for more.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure darted in like lightning, and Xin Yao's expression instantly turned cold again.
Hong Yu felt that Xin Yao's favored status might have something to do with his own dark attire. He beamed as he showcased his outfit to Yun Qingyu, saying, "Your Highness, what do you think of my outfit?"
Yun Qingyu sighed silently and asked, "Hong Yu, what is this commotion about now?"
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