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Yun Qingyu slowly released Xin Yao's hand and continued, "Consort Duan has enjoyed favor for over twenty years and is the biological mother of This Palace. It wouldn't be wise to confront her directly, but if she makes me uncomfortable, I naturally have to find a way to annoy her."
Xin Yao suddenly understood and said, "I see, Your Highness wants Consort Duan to lose her composure first. After all, going against one's own mother will lead to gossip, even if she ultimately wins. Moreover, the Ling Family holds military power; it would be foolish to confront them before securing that power for oneself. However, one cannot simply ignore them."
Xin Yao continued, "Once a person loses control of their emotions, they are prone to irrational actions. Especially in the palace, where the concubines are at the center of power; if they make too many mistakes, even if they are favored, they will gradually lose the Emperor's affection. A daughter cannot directly oppose her mother. Yet when the Emperor wishes to deal with his concubines, no one dares voice their dissatisfaction; this is what people often refer to as strategy."
In his heart, Xin Yao concluded that his master was a wise and strategic woman, skilled in both literature and martial arts, with a mind sharper than many men in the world. Yun Qingyu raised her gaze slightly, and her look at Xin Yao became increasingly nuanced. The Shadow Guardian seemed to admire her; after a moment of silence, she didn't mind letting Xin Yao admire her a bit more.
Yun Qingyu thought: While taking action myself is quite fulfilling, using others as tools is also a common strategy—whether in the harem or on the battlefield, this tactic is always viable. Let's see how long she can endure.
Xin Yao nodded and said, "Your Highness truly understands the art of power."
Yun Qingyu couldn't help but smile sweetly; she found mind-reading to be an interesting ability. The rich thoughts of the Shadow Guardian could brighten her mood.
The adept at winning favor, Hong Yu, spoke up and nearly drove Madam Zhao mad with rage. With a dark expression, Madam Zhao turned sharply to glare at the maidservant and shouted, "Who will go over to the Eldest Princess and urge her again? We can't keep the Emperor and Consort Duan waiting."
She truly did not want to stay here any longer; it felt like she might vomit blood from frustration.
However, Hong Yu raised an eyebrow slightly and said with a half-smile, "Are you cursing me in your heart, Madam? My status is lowly; if you want to scold me, feel free to do so directly. I promise I won't retaliate. Cursing someone in your heart will only harm yourself. For someone like me, it doesn't matter how others see me or if I'm scolded; as long as His Highness is willing to favor me and provide for my needs—allowing me to wear beautiful clothes—what does it matter if I get cursed a few times? Compared to you working like a mule in the palace, at least I'm living better than a deity. Your Highness doesn't hit or scold me; he dotes on me every day."
Madam Zhao could no longer tolerate it and interrupted Hong Yu's words: "You’re the one who’s acting like a mule! Consort Duan treats me very well; I've never felt like a servant."
Hong Yu chuckled lightly and carelessly replied, "Whether you feel that way or not doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a servant. Consort Duan gives you leftover food; you should be grateful for that. I'm different—His Highness has favored me so much that we can sit at the same table for meals while chatting away; just seeing me makes him happy."
"Jing Lan shouted, 'The Eldest Princess is here!'
Hong Yu's voice faltered as she silently turned to look outside the hall.
In the drizzling rain, Xin Yao held an umbrella, and the dignified Eldest Princess walked in at a leisurely pace. Her cold, piercing gaze swept over Hong Yu before landing on Madam Zhao. In an icy tone, she said, 'I heard your quarrel from far away. Is there no sense of decorum left?'
Madam Zhao felt displeased but could only bow respectfully. 'Old Servant pays respects to Your Highness. Long live Your Highness.'
Hong Yu, feeling wronged, rushed towards Yun Qingyu, her heart full of words yet to be spoken, only to be grabbed by Xin Yao and thrown out.
Fuming, Hong Yu stomped her feet and shouted, 'Your Highness, Xin Yao is being too outrageous!'
Xin Yao stood silently beside Yun Qingyu, ignoring Hong Yu's accusations. If it weren't for his earlier handling of Madam Zhao, it wouldn't have been as simple as just throwing her out.
Yun Qingyu glanced at Madam Zhao and said lightly, 'Let's go.'"
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