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Yun Qingyu slightly raised her gaze, a glimmer passing through her star-like eyes. The corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile, yet the smile did not reach her eyes, revealing a hint of coldness, like a snow lotus on an iceberg—beautiful yet emanating a chill. "Ling Ancheng has held power for long enough. This Palace wants the One Hundred Thousand Silver Armored Troops in his hands."
Upon hearing this, Xin Yao's eyes flashed with a fierce determination, akin to a cold gleam in the night. Without hesitation, he knelt down with a thud, one knee on the ground, his posture as upright as a pine tree. His voice was firm and resolute as steel as he requested, "Subordinate will kill him and seize military power for Your Highness."
As he spoke, his hand was already firmly gripping the sword at his waist, his fingers turning white from the pressure. The sword seemed to sense its master's intent, trembling slightly as if ready to leap into action at any moment.
Yun Qingyu glanced at Xin Yao, her brow furrowing slightly, her gaze carrying a hint of reproach that felt almost tangible. "Get up; do not resort to killing at every turn. This Palace is not yet at the point of needing his life."
Hearing this, Xin Yao quickly rose to his feet with precision, his movements clean and without hesitation. He quietly sat beside Yun Qingyu, his gaze fixed ahead like a well-trained and fiercely loyal hunting dog, patiently awaiting his master's next command. The air around them seemed to grow heavy with his silence.
The carriage rolled steadily along the road, the wheels turning rhythmically with a clattering sound that resembled a monotonous tune.
Suddenly, there was a sharp "creak," and without warning, the carriage came to an abrupt stop, swaying slightly as if caught by an invisible hand.
Yun Qingyu frowned slightly. A flicker of displeasure crossed her eyes, which turned icy like winter lake water. She coldly inquired of the driver, "What happened?"
Her voice emerged from the carriage with an undeniable authority that seemed to chill the air further.
Just as she finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly yanked open from outside with a loud rustle. The voice of the Six Princess drifted in, carrying a faintly fragile tone like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment. "Sister Seven..."
Yun Qingyu remained seated on the carriage step without moving, her back straight as a spear. She simply gazed at the Six Princess standing outside with indifference akin to observing an ant and coldly asked, "What is it?"
The Six Princess appeared haggard, her face pale as paper and her eyes slightly swollen from recent tears, remnants of unspent sorrow still glistening in her gaze.
She deliberately feigned weakness, her body trembling slightly, tears glistening in her eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice, ready to burst into tears at any moment. "Sister Seven, can I... talk to you?"
Yun Qingyu sat in the carriage, her gaze slightly lowered, her eyes sharp and hawk-like as they scrutinized the Six Princess. She took in the princess's outwardly soft and pitiful demeanor, while inwardly cursing, and after a moment of silence, she slowly asked, "What do you want to discuss with This Palace?"
Her voice was flat yet carried an invisible pressure that made the Six Princess feel somewhat breathless.
"Lu Mingzhan has returned to the Prime Minister's Residence. What do you... want to say to him? What do you want to do? You can go directly to the residence to find him; there’s no need to come to This Palace. I have already given him the Divorce Certificate, and from now on, there will be no connection between us."
Yun Qingyu's tone was calm but left no room for doubt. Each word seemed forced out through clenched teeth, her eyes revealing a determination that severed all ties with Lu Mingzhan.
Upon hearing this, the Six Princess felt as if a heavy stone had struck her heart. She became flustered, her face paling further as if all color had drained away. A flicker of terror crossed her eyes; her lips trembled slightly as if she wanted to say something but dared not speak.
"Sister Seven..." Just as the Six Princess began to speak, Yun Qingyu interrupted her with a calm expression, slightly raising her chin with an air of impatience, as if looking at a child who didn’t understand: "Yun Yilin, are you curious how This Palace managed to leave the Wen Family unscathed?"
At these words, the Six Princess's face changed dramatically, panic filling her eyes like a startled rabbit trying to maintain composure. Her gaze wandered, unable to meet Yun Qingyu's: "What is Sister Seven talking about? I don’t understand."
Yun Qingyu curled her lips into a mocking smile filled with disdain, as if ridiculing the Six Princess's poor acting skills: "Don’t understand? Fine, I’ll assume you don’t. But from now on, don’t bring up anything related to Yun Tianyin or Lu Mingzhan in front of This Palace again. I’m very busy and have no time for them."
As she spoke, she raised her voice slightly with an urgent tone, instructing the coachman to return home. However, in the next moment…
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