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In the lake, Hong Yu had played enough, and seeing the man in such a predicament, he reached out with the belief that saving a life was worth more than building a seven-story pagoda, pulling him up.
Back in the Flower Hall, Hong Yu scratched his head and said, "I really didn't mean to. Everyone says your lightness skill is excellent; I didn't expect you to suddenly fall into the lake."
The man looked at Consort Xuan in embarrassment, waiting for her command. Consort Xuan took a deep breath, feeling inwardly annoyed: Yun Qingyu had been so focused, it was almost a success, only to be disrupted by this little male pet.
Suppressing her displeasure, she waved her hand. The man said nothing and left, dragging his long silk ribbon behind him.
Hong Yu nudged closer to Yun Qingyu, as if trying to apologize. "Your Highness, I didn't do it on purpose. I truly didn't know that gentleman couldn't swim."
Yun Qingyu remained silent, her expression as indifferent as snow. Hong Yu cautiously observed her face, feeling anxious: If Your Highness is angry, I can let you handle me however you wish when we return.
The Noble Ladies gasped in surprise, secretly noting that this was how Princess Consort usually interacted with her male pets.
Yun Qingyu glanced at Hong Yu and said, "You should apologize to Consort Xuan."
Reluctantly, Hong Yu replied with an "Oh," turning to face Consort Xuan.
Just as he was about to speak, Consort Xuan already wore a gentle smile and said, "It's alright. It was meant to be a performance for the Eldest Princess; if it got messed up, it got messed up. As long as Your Highness isn't angry, that's what matters."
Hong Yu couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration. He thought to himself: Just listen to her; Consort Xuan is indeed more skilled. Look at Yun Tianyi; that princess consort didn’t even have time to cause trouble before her husband killed her with a single sword strike. And then there’s Consort Duan in the palace, who can't even manage her own daughter. Look at how composed Consort Xuan is; even after being slapped in the face, she can still smile so gently.
Yun Qingyu picked up a piece of watermelon and turned to feed it to Xin Yao, who was kneeling beside her. She softly said, "Open your mouth."
Xin Yao obediently opened her mouth to eat the watermelon, their interaction sweeter than the fruit itself.
This scene made Consort Xuan's smile falter slightly as she thought to herself: I am here to accompany my male pet.
Yun Qingyu personally fed Xin Yao several pieces, causing Hong Yu to feel envious. He quickly spoke up, "Your Highness, I want some too."
For Hong Yu, who was always vying for favor, Yun Qingyu pushed the entire fruit platter in front of him and said, "It's all yours. If you can't finish it, you’re not allowed to speak."
She held a teacup in her hand, ready to savor the chilled juice.
Consort Xuan also smiled and raised her cup.
"Sister Seven's attendant is indeed remarkable; we have embarrassed ourselves in front of you. Please enjoy some tea. It’s rare for Sister Seven to meet with us sisters, so we hope Sister Seven can stay a while longer, allowing us the chance to share our thoughts."
Yun Qingyu nodded and replied, "This Palace has no pressing matters today. As long as you all are free, This Palace will gladly accompany you."
Just as the tea reached her lips, Yun Qingyu sensed something was off.
Not far away, Lu Wanyue stared intently at Yun Qingyu, feeling a surge of delight as she secretly thought: Great! That troublemaker is about to drink it.
The Daughter of the Lu Family had taken a few slaps but had not woken up; instead, she devised a plan that would kill two birds with one stone by poisoning Yun Qingyu and framing Duke Xuan's Mansion.
With an opportunity like this presented to her, Yun Qingyu decided to play along. She raised the teacup to her lips and discreetly took a sip, leaving Lu Wanyue overjoyed and utterly disoriented.
Consort Xuan had called her here to deliberately humiliate and frustrate Yun Qingyu.
Thinking her scheme had succeeded, she stood up and said, “I’m feeling a bit unwell and would like to take my leave. I hope the Princess Consort will allow it.”
Consort Xuan looked at her with indifference, raising her eyes to ask, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling ill? Do you need a doctor to take a look?”
Lu Wanyue forced a smile and cupped her hands toward everyone, saying, “No need, thank you for your kindness, Princess Consort. I’ll take my leave now. I hope you all enjoy yourselves.”
She intended to create a time difference by leaving.
However, just as she turned to walk out, a startled voice called from behind her: “Your Highness!”
Yun Qingyu furrowed his brow, clutching his chest as a trickle of dark blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, his face pale as paper.
Consort Xuan was even more frightened; the situation she feared most had occurred. She quickly ordered someone to summon the Imperial Physician.
Hong Yu hurriedly shoved a pill into Yun Qingyu's mouth, worry and anger etched on his face as he shouted, “Your Highness has been poisoned? Who did this?”
The Noble Ladies gasped in shock, whispering among themselves, “What’s happening? How could someone poison him?”
They all understood that if anything were to happen to Eldest Princess, everyone present would likely face the Emperor's wrath.
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