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The Emperor nodded slightly, his eyes filled with recognition for Yun Qingyu, and he silently pondered, "She truly deserves the position of Eldest Princess and the authority over the Hidden Pavilion."
With this thought, his smile grew more pronounced, the curve of his lips widening, and a hint of relaxation appeared in his gaze. "I’m just speaking casually, but if you have a suitable candidate in mind, feel free to mention it; I can consider it."
Yun Qingyu respectfully nodded and replied with an indifferent expression, "Father, I have recently taken a liking to Wen Zhan."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor furrowed his brow. The name sounded somewhat unfamiliar to him, and he struggled to recall any relevant information associated with it but could not remember which official it pertained to.
Noticing his reaction, Yun Qingyu's lips curled into a subtle smile that hinted at deeper meaning. "Father, his father is Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Wen Xingyun. If you don’t have a more suitable candidate, perhaps you could consider promoting him."
The Emperor fell silent after hearing this, resting his chin on his hand as he contemplated carefully.
After a moment, he remembered that Wen Zhan was indeed Wen Xingyun's illegitimate son. Previously, due to his outstanding appearance, he had been forcibly brought into the residence by Yun Qingyu and now served as one of her attendants.
The Emperor mused to himself, "This girl used to be infatuated with Lu Mingzhan, completely focused on the Lu Family and the Third Prince, even disregarding her birth mother Consort Duan’s family for them. Now that Lu Mingzhan has fallen out of favor, she has turned her attention to Wen Zhan. It seems she intends to elevate and support the Wen Family."
However, the Emperor also considered that the Wen Family's foundation was still weak and should not pose a threat within two years. "Even if Wen Xingyun becomes ambitious after taking over as Minister of Revenue, there will be time to deal with it later."
Clearing his throat lightly, he spoke with an imposing demeanor. "Qingyu, let Wen Xingyun take over as Minister of Revenue; his abilities and qualifications are sufficient for the role."
The Third Prince had been kneeling nearby, listening to the conversation between the Emperor and Yun Qingyu. His anger burned like a raging fire within him, threatening to consume him entirely.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms as he silently roared in fury, "Yun Qingyu, if it weren't for you, the Ministry of Revenue Minister's Residence would never have fallen. Now you actually support Wen Xingyun just for an attendant like Wen Zhan—it's utterly ridiculous! You are clearly trying to expand Consort Duan's faction; who doesn’t know that the Wen Family is aligned with Consort Duan?" His eyes were filled with resentment, yet he dared not express it openly and could only endure in silence.
Yun Qingyu could clearly hear the Third Prince's inner thoughts, but she remained composed.
She looked at the Emperor and calmly spoke, "Father, there is another matter. Last night, Son accompanied Wen Zhan to the Wen Family to celebrate his father's birthday."
Upon hearing this, the Third Prince's heart tightened suddenly, and his face turned pale. Panic surged within him: "Does she know something? Has she figured out that I sent the assassin?"
His body trembled slightly, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes. The Emperor's expression grew tense as he heard Yun Qingyu mention the assassin at the Wen Family. He quickly asked, "Qingyu, were you hurt? Who sent the assassin? Have you found out yet?"
Yun Qingyu smiled, her expression seemingly relaxed but carrying an elusive undertone. "Father, Son can probably guess who it is; you don't need to worry."
As she spoke, she casually glanced at the Third Prince, her eyes holding a warning that seemed to say, "It won't be so easy to take my life."
The Third Prince felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that her words were directed specifically at him, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
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