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Yanwan slowly rose and walked to the window, gazing at the vibrant colors of the imperial garden, yet her eyes reflected no warmth. "Ru Yi has ultimately lost," she said in a calm tone, as if stating an inconsequential fact.
Jin Zhong raised his head slightly at her words, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes. "Your Highness is wise; in this round, we have won."
Wei Yanwan smiled gently, but her smile was as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless cold pool.
Her words made her body tremble slightly, yet there was a hint of bitterness in her voice. "Won? Perhaps." She moved to the window, looking at the blooming peonies in the garden, her gaze drifting. "But is such a victory truly worth celebrating?"
Jin Zhong remained silent, lifting his head cautiously to observe Wei Yanwan's expression. Tentatively, he asked, "Your Highness... are you saddened?"
Wei Yanwan turned around, her gaze landing on Jin Zhong's face, a cold smile curling at the corners of her lips. "Saddened? Why would I, Wei Yanwan, feel sadness?" She walked to the table and picked up a teacup, taking a delicate sip before speaking indifferently. "Her downfall is entirely her own doing."
Turning away again, a complex expression flickered in her sharp eyes. "Remember, in this palace, only power is eternal. Only by standing at the pinnacle of power can one control their own fate and protect those they wish to safeguard."
Jin Zhong felt the chill from Wei Yanwan's fingertips and shivered inwardly. He quickly lowered his head and replied respectfully, "This servant understands."
Outside the window, several magpies perched on the branches, chirping incessantly as if celebrating something.
In the following days, rumors swirled through the palace, all discussing the affair between Ru Yi and Ling Yunche.
Empress Fucha stood outside Changchun Palace, feeling a sense of dread towards Yanwan's cunning and schemes.
In the Yikun Palace, Wei Yanwan sat elegantly at her vanity, dressed in splendid attire, allowing the palace maids to groom her. In the mirror, her beauty remained striking.
"Your Highness, your complexion looks even better today," one of the maids said as she styled Wei Yanwan's hair, her tone laced with flattery.
Wei Yanwan gazed at her reflection, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Is that so?" She reached up to touch her cheek, her voice calm. As she caressed her face in the mirror, a hint of self-mockery crossed her features. "Wei Yanwan, you have ultimately become what you despised the most."
At that moment, Jin Zhong entered with a ginseng soup. Upon seeing Wei Yanwan's lost expression, his heart ached. "Your Highness, you should drink some ginseng soup."
Wei Yanwan remained silent, mechanically accepting the soup and sipping it slowly.
"Your Highness," Jin Zhong said cautiously, "I have arranged for people to secretly eliminate anyone who poses a threat to you. You need not worry anymore."
He understood that what Wei Yanwan desired was not only the Emperor's favor but also supreme power. He would go to any lengths to help her achieve her wishes.
Wei Yanwan set down the ginseng soup, a faint smile of gratitude appearing on her face. "Jin Zhong, thank you."
Jin Zhong quickly knelt down, his tone resolute. "I am willing to serve Your Highness with utmost loyalty, even at the cost of my life!"
Wei Yanwan looked at Jin Zhong kneeling before her, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within her. The road ahead was long and fraught with thorns.
"Get up, Jin Zhong," Wei Yanwan said as she reached out to help him rise. "The journey ahead is still very long."
Jin Zhong stood up and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. The note contained several names—those of concubines and officials who harbored resentment towards Wei Yanwan.
He crumpled the note into a tight ball, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.
Wei Yanwan walked to the window, gazing at the darkening sky, and took a deep breath. "Jin Zhong, let's go."
"Where to?" Jin Zhong asked.
He inhaled deeply and tossed the crumpled paper into the nearby pond. The paper slowly unfurled in the water, the ink spreading like blood, diffusing through the clear pond. "Let's see our future," Wei Yanwan said with determination, her eyes gleaming with ambition. She extended her hand, pointing towards the depths of the Forbidden City, the center of power and her ultimate goal.
The two turned away, their figures vanishing into the night.
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