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Wen Zhan remained composed as he slightly bowed and respectfully replied, "Your Highness, I believe raiding their homes would be more appropriate."
As he spoke, he lifted his gaze, his eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk surveying a field of ants.
He continued, "First, the silver we seize can replenish the National Treasury, which will surely please the Emperor. Who knows, in his delight, he might even grant Your Highness a higher title."
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could already envision the scene of Yun Qingyu receiving a new title. "Second, this would allow Your Highness to vent the frustration of today and teach those foolish enough to misjudge the situation a lesson about the consequences of offending you."
His voice was steady and powerful, each word resonating like a hammer, clearly reaching everyone’s ears and vibrating in the air.
As soon as he finished speaking, those standing around him turned pale with fear, as if their souls had been sucked away. With a thud, a large group instantly knelt on the ground, their knees hitting the earth with a dull sound.
In unison, they shouted, "Long live the Eldest Princess! Majestic! Unmatched in power!"
The voices were uneven; some were high-pitched and trembling while others were hoarse yet loud due to fear, echoing across the open space and startling the birds from the trees.
Lu Mingzhan stood nearby, expressionless as he watched this scene unfold. A flicker of disdain crossed his eyes, and his lips curled down slightly as he couldn't help but sneer inwardly: these people are even more cowardly than mice; utterly useless.
Seeing that Yun Qingyu had completely taken control of the situation without any sign of her being put in a difficult position, he snorted softly and turned away, striding towards the distant Pavilion without looking back. His steps were somewhat hurried, and his figure appeared both lonely and proud, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
Wen Zhan observed those kneeling in submission with a slight smile creeping onto his face. He couldn't help but marvel at their audacity to act so boldly before the Eldest Princess; they truly overestimated themselves.
This time, they certainly wouldn't be scared off easily. He relished the thrill of wielding power through another's authority, excitement glimmering in his eyes as a knowing smile played on his lips—a smile tinged with satisfaction.
Indeed, power is a wonderful thing, capable of instilling such awe in people.
This farce ultimately concluded with the Ling Family siblings kneeling down to admit their mistakes.
Everyone felt that with Yun Qingyu present, today's Qu Shui Liu Shang Poetry Gathering was unlikely to proceed. The atmosphere was so heavy that it felt like a massive stone pressing down on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.
At that moment, the Six Princess wore a grin that seemed somewhat forced, attempting to lighten the mood. She took a couple of steps forward and said, "With This Palace and Sister Seven here, you might not enjoy yourselves too much. How about this? Sister Seven and I will take a stroll in the mountains while you all have fun."
As she spoke, she turned to look at Yun Qingyu, her eyes flashing with barely perceptible anticipation and urgency, as if waiting for Yun Qingyu's response.
Yun Qingyu glanced at her, slightly furrowing his brow, silently pondering: Flattery without cause is either deceitful or malicious; the Six Princess must have some scheme.
Under the Six Princess's expectant gaze, Yun Qingyu casually nodded, his movement somewhat languid, indicating his agreement.
The corners of the Six Princess's mouth curled into what appeared to be a friendly smile, though it resembled a flower blooming with an air of artificiality.
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