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Yun Qingyu frowned slightly, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes as he felt sympathy for the Third Prince, even if just for a brief moment.
Last night, he had just lost the Minister of Revenue, a capable assistant, as if a strong arm had been severed from him. This morning, he faced such a disgraceful humiliation—discovering that his wife had been unfaithful.
In just one night, two monumental upheavals had occurred. Yun Qingyu couldn't help but ponder whether Prince Jin's fragile heart could withstand such heavy blows. The successive shocks crashed over him like surging waves, one after another.
Yun Qingyu maintained a calm demeanor and acknowledged the situation with a wave of his hand, dismissing Jing Lan.
Once Jing Lan left, he turned to Xin Yao, his gaze sharp as a sword. "Xin Yao, was it you?"
Xin Yao stood respectfully to the side and replied honestly, "Consort Jin is the daughter of the Northern Protectorate Prince. She colluded with Yun Tianyin. Since Yun Tianyin dared to target Your Highness and attempted to assassinate you in the Wen Family to frame Wen Xingyun, I have returned the favor with a move that kills two birds with one stone."
His voice was deep and resolute, each word striking like a hammer.
Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyu's lips curled into a slight smile as he reached out to pat Xin Yao's head, his eyes filled with approval. "You're not foolish, are you? Originally, that Third Prince harbored ill intentions, wanting me to be assassinated in the Wen Family so he could reap the benefits. Now your move is truly brilliant."
Xin Yao lowered his head slightly, his expression humble.
Now, the Third Prince would not only become the laughingstock of the royal city but would also face ridicule and scorn from everyone. Moreover, once the Emperor learned of this matter, he would undoubtedly hold him accountable.
More seriously, he would become enemies with the Northern Protectorate Prince and lose that powerful ally who held significant military strength.
This strategy was indeed clever; it achieved its aim without bloodshed yet left the enemy in an irretrievable position. Xin Yao remained silent, quietly following Yun Qingyu's side like a loyal shadow.
Yun Qingyu did not linger on the matters of King Jin's Mansion any longer. After a brief preparation, she was ready to attend the morning court session.
The news of the Hong Family's house arrest last night had struck like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves of panic among the various households. The ministers were anxious and restless, many tossing and turning throughout the night, unable to sleep.
The atmosphere in today's court session was particularly oppressive, as if a heavy cloud hung over the palace.
The Emperor sat majestically on the Dragon Throne, his expression stern as he cast a sharp gaze over the ministers below, whose faces displayed a range of emotions. A knowing cold smile played at the corners of his mouth.
At that moment, the Eunuch's shrill voice rang out: "Princess Xuan Chang enters the court!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Yun Qingyu stepped into the grand hall with steady strides. She was tall and slender, resembling a towering pine tree.
Her delicate face featured a high nose and brows like distant mountains, with an indifferent hue in her eyes that suggested nothing in the world could stir her heart.
This fifteen-year-old girl exuded an aura that was both intimidating and awe-inspiring, her presence akin to a surging tide that spread outward. Compared to the Yun Qingyu they remembered, she seemed like an entirely different person.
Behind her, guards marched in pairs, their expressions serious as they struggled to carry heavy boxes into the hall.
The boxes thudded against the floor, their sound echoing in the silent chamber.
The ministers watched this scene in silence; some wore expressions of astonishment, their eyes wide with disbelief; others were so shocked their jaws nearly dropped, mouths agape as if they could fit an egg inside; while yet others furrowed their brows deeply, their eyes reflecting profound unease as if sensing an even greater storm was about to break.
Yun Qingyu spoke with an indifferent expression, her voice clear yet carrying an undeniable authority: "This is the property seized from the Hong Family last night."
She paused slightly, her gaze sweeping over the Ministers like a hawk, before continuing, "In this Dynasty, Second-Rank Officials receive a Silver Standard of 400 taels each year, along with rewards for diligent governance, achievements in office, and additional gifts from the monarch."
At this point, a hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes. "Hong Shangshu should receive no more than 1,000 taels of silver annually, yet these boxes contain over 700,000 taels of gold and silver alone, not counting the jade artifacts, silk, paintings, and other items that are difficult to appraise at the moment. This amount is equivalent to the annual tax revenue of an entire province in Western Qi."
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