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The Emperor spoke, his right hand slightly clenched into a fist, the veins on his hand subtly protruding. His tone was filled with dissatisfaction, and his brows were tightly knitted together, resembling a twisted braid. He was extremely angry at Censor Ding's actions, and his eyes seemed to burn with fury.
"Take the Hong Shangshu Mansion for example; nearly eight hundred thousand taels of silver were seized. Has Censor Ding ever submitted a memorial to impeach Hong Chenghai? Yet Qingyu, a princess who serves the court diligently, is constantly being impeached by these blind censors. It's utterly ridiculous! It seems these censors have no intention of doing their jobs properly; they need to be taught a lesson."
The more the Emperor spoke, the angrier he became. His gaze radiated an imposing authority, shining like the sun as he contemplated how to deal with these ungrateful censors. He leaned slightly forward, displaying his anger.
After pondering for a moment, the Emperor suddenly recalled something and asked Chen Hai, "You mentioned that Qingyu was in a bad mood when she left the palace the other day. What was the reason?"
Chen Hai slightly bowed and leaned forward, lowering his voice to respond, "Old Servant has heard a bit. Consort Duan intends to betroth the Princess Consort to the Heir of the Second Branch of the Ling Family and has even arranged for them to meet. That Legitimate Son of the Ling Family seems to have already positioned himself as Eldest Princess Consort, demanding that the Princess Consort dismiss her attendants and spouting nonsense about how women should adhere to three obediences and four virtues. Naturally, when the Princess Consort heard this, she was quite displeased; her brows furrowed and her gaze turned icy, which led her to punish him by making him kneel for half an hour."
As Chen Hai spoke, he discreetly observed the Emperor's expression, carefully choosing his words with a hint of caution in his eyes.
The Emperor's expression darkened instantly; his face became grim and filled with rage as if fire would burst forth from his eyes. "I haven't interfered with Yun Qingyu's inner court affairs; who does he think he is? He hasn't even made a proper introduction yet dares to criticize Qingyu's actions."
His voice rose several notches, echoing through Qianqing Palace with an undeniable authority that made the atmosphere tense; it felt as if the air itself had solidified.
Chen Hai quickly lowered his head, doing so rapidly as he softly advised, "Your Majesty should calm your anger; Young Master Ling is after all Consort Duan's nephew..."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor's displeasure deepened. His brows furrowed like a small mountain, revealing extreme dissatisfaction with the Legitimate Son of the Ling Family's behavior while also harboring some discontent towards Consort Duan's actions. His gaze grew even more profound, resembling an unfathomable lake.
The Emperor’s brows were tightly knitted together like two intertwined twists of dough. His expression held an air of authority mixed with irritation as he declared with regal anger, "The Ling Family has become increasingly unaware of their own standing over these years; they dare to disregard even a princess! Have I been too indulgent with them? Hmph!"
A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes, akin to an icy blade in winter as he contemplated the Ling Family's actions over the years. His gaze turned deep and frigid.
Chen Hai, a seasoned Eunuch who had spent many years in the palace, demonstrated his keen insight. He quickly stepped forward with light footsteps, respectfully presenting a cup of tea with both hands. "Your Majesty, please do not be angry. You know the temperament of the Princess Consort; she has always been strong-willed and does not easily yield to anyone. No matter what Young Master Ling relies on, he cannot possibly have any influence over the Princess Consort. His Highness will handle it appropriately."
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