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Once everyone else had left the hall, Hong Yu asked sincerely, "Your Highness, how did I perform in expressing my true feelings?" Yun Qingyu nodded slightly and replied, "Go on, you should be able to make a living in the theater troupe."
Hong Yu pouted and said, "With my looks, my figure, and my acting skills, being a leading performer should be no problem at all."
At that moment, Xin Yao silently poured a cup of tea and brought it over. Seeing Yun Qingyu's pale and haggard appearance, a boiling rage surged within him. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could rush to Duke Xuan's Mansion right now and tear Lu Wanyue apart.
Yun Lingchuan frowned and asked, "Your Highness, the poison was administered by the Daughter of the Lu Family. Should we intervene in this matter?" Yun Qingyu gently shook his head.
If Yun Lingchuan were to intervene, it would certainly not be a minor affair; at the very least, it would send shockwaves throughout Western Chu Imperial City.
Yun Qingyu slightly shook his head and said, "It's best to let Duke Xuan and his wife investigate this themselves. The more they are overwhelmed with their troubles, the less likely they will disturb This Palace in the future."
Xin Yao furrowed his brows and asked, "Master, won't you take this opportunity to drag Duke Xuan's Mansion down with them?"
Yun Qingyu leaned against the headboard with a faint smile and replied, "It's not time yet. Although Consort Xuan is not particularly likable, as of now, this couple hasn't done anything that This Palace finds detestable." Hong Yu expressed some dissatisfaction and pouted.
"Consort Xuan publicly presented a handsome man to Your Highness, intending to perform a celestial dance with swords. Unfortunately, her skills were lacking and she made a fool of herself. Isn't that enough to be detestable?"
Yun Qingyu shot him a glance and said, "They enjoy making fools of themselves; it has nothing to do with This Palace. I'm not interested in paying attention to such matters."
Meanwhile, at the Princess Residence, upon hearing the report from the palace maid, the Queen's expression changed dramatically. She exclaimed, "The Eldest Princess has been poisoned at Duke Xuan's Mansion! These little brats are trying to frame my son. Change my clothes; I must see the Emperor. Until I get to the bottom of this, I won't feel at ease."
Now the entire Duke Xuan's Mansion was under the control of the Imperial Guards, completely sealed off. Both Duke Xuan and Consort Xuan were prohibited from moving about and were required to cooperate with the investigation.
The Second Prince asked his wife in a deep voice, "What exactly happened?"
Consort Xuan, filled with self-reproach, replied, "I have already instructed carefully that the tea and fruits should be handled by reliable individuals. I never expected there would still be a lapse. Rest assured, my lord. If one wishes to keep something hidden, one must not act upon it; it is impossible for someone to poison without leaving any trace. If it weren't for Sister Seven's attendant acting decisively at that moment, this matter would have been untraceable and would surely have implicated the royal residence."
The Second Prince felt a lingering fear as he said, "I kindly invited Sister Seven over as a guest, and yet it almost led to disaster. Danger truly lurks everywhere, making it hard to guard against."
Rumors circulated that the male favorites of the Princess Residence were frequenting the military camp. Observing today’s events, Sister Seven's courtyard was indeed a place of hidden talents.
A group of Noble Ladies gathered together and discussed fervently, "Which fool dared to openly poison the Eldest Princess in Duke Xuan's Mansion? Isn’t that harming oneself as well?"
The Noble Ladies had distanced themselves from Lu Wanyue, who had offended Emperor Yun, but now they suddenly sensed something was amiss.
Someone remarked, "I say, Miss Lu, didn’t you claim you were unwell and needed to leave early? Why do you seem fine now?"
Lu Wanyue remained silent, thinking to herself: What’s the point of arguing with these sycophants? They won’t find any evidence on Xiang’s side anyway; I don’t need to explain myself to them. However, the next moment she heard someone outside say they had found Xiang.
Her heart instantly leaped into her throat.
After a long day of investigation, it was revealed that the maid who poisoned Yun Qingyu had been favored by the Second Prince and had become pregnant. The usually virtuous Consort Xuan secretly administered abortion pills to the maid.
Duke Xuan's Mansion still had no legitimate son; how could Consort Xuan tolerate a servant bearing the prince's child?
Then Lu Wanyue took advantage of this situation to find someone to connect with the maid and tempt her with poison.
If Yun Qingyu was poisoned by a maid from Duke Xuan's Mansion, the entire royal residence would follow her to the grave, providing revenge for your unborn child. This was how the incident of Yun Qingyu being poisoned came to be.
After carrying out her plan, the maid despairingly took her own life by jumping into a well.
When Yun Xuanyi's people retrieved the maid from the well, they found no signs of abuse or poisoning, confirming that she had drowned herself. They also produced a packet of poison discovered in the maid's quarters.
Upon verification, it matched the poison found in the Eldest Princess's teacup. Yun Xuanyi pondered deeply; everything seemed logical yet shrouded in mystery. A subordinate quietly reported, "According to other maids in the mansion, she had no relatives and had never interacted with the Eldest Princess."
Duke Xuan had ruined her reputation, and the princess could not accept her child. She harbored resentment and sought revenge, ultimately taking her own life to leave no evidence behind, making it impossible for King Xuan and His Consort to defend themselves. This would tarnish Duke Xuan's Mansion's reputation, and it seemed this case could be closed.
Yun Xuanyi gazed solemnly at the maid on the ground, silently contemplating: Was this truly just a maid's personal vendetta?
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