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The Sixth Princess stood to the side, observing the tense scene unfold before her. A subtle smile curved at the corners of her lips, reminiscent of a sly crescent moon in the dark night. Internally, she applauded the unfolding drama, her eyes sparkling with excitement like a hunter witnessing prey fall into a trap.
She thought to herself, "This Yun Qingyu is so foolish that she won't even spare her own relatives from her wrath. At this rate, I won't even need to confront her directly; I can simply incite these brainless people to provoke her, and she'll offend everyone on her own. The more enemies she makes, the sooner she'll stumble, even if she is the Eldest Princess."
A sinister glint flickered in her eyes, akin to the gleam of a venomous snake lurking in the shadows. She narrowed her eyes slightly, continuing to plot, "Moreover, the Ling siblings are relatives of Consort Duan's maternal family. If Yun Qingyu decides to deal with them today, Consort Duan will surely summon her to the palace for questioning. At that point, it will be all too easy to drive a wedge between them."
Her lips curled up slightly as she envisioned Yun Qingyu's impending misfortune.
After a moment of stalemate, Ling Jing forced a seemingly gentle smile onto his face—though it never reached his eyes—as he looked at Yun Qingyu and said, "Princess Consort, Ling Xue does not understand etiquette. I have already apologized on her behalf to the Eldest Princess. I hope that the Eldest Princess can overlook this matter for Consort Duan's sake."
As he spoke, he bowed slightly. Though there was humility in his demeanor, a hint of resentment flickered in his gaze. His fists clenched tightly within his sleeves.
Yun Qingyu impatiently interrupted him, furrowing her brows and glaring with fiery anger like a blazing flame. "This is a matter between me and her; why do you always insist on dragging others into it? If I were to kneel before my father for your sake, would you do it?"
Her voice rose an octave, carrying an undeniable authority that echoed through the air and sent shivers down the spines of those around them.
Ling Jing froze; his smile vanished instantly like a candle snuffed out by the wind. He fell silent for a moment, gritting his teeth until they clicked together audibly before slowly kneeling down. With a thud, his knees hit the ground as he lowered his head and said, "I dare not disrespect the Sovereign."
His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles turning white with humiliation as his facial muscles twitched slightly.
Seeing this unfold, others were taken aback and began to offer their counsel.
An older official stepped forward slightly, stroking his beard as he said, "Perhaps Miss Ling should apologize to the Eldest Princess. The Eldest Princess holds a noble status; it was indeed Miss Ling who acted inappropriately first."
The people around her nodded in agreement, their heads bobbing like chicks pecking at grains.
Another noblewoman chimed in, "Indeed, it is our honor that the Princess Consort has graced us with her presence at the Flowing Water Poetry Gathering. But Miss Ling came in and spoke so sharply, offending the Eldest Princess in front of so many. How could the Eldest Princess not be angry?"
Voices rose and fell among the crowd, each person taking turns to criticize Ling Xue, and the atmosphere had completely shifted in favor of Yun Qingyu.
Ling Xue stood there, listening to their words, her face turning a mix of pale and green, as if a palette had been spilled across her features. Her eyes were filled with anger and disbelief.
She trembled with rage, her body shaking like a leaf, her lips quivering slightly, yet she didn’t know how to retort. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
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