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Then, Yun Lingchuan turned to Hong Yu and said, "I remember you mentioned before that your esteemed father is skilled in astrology and divination, predicting the future."
Hong Yu instinctively played coy and replied, "Did I say that?"
Yun Lingchuan's expression remained calm as he said, "You did. What I want to know is whether you have inherited such abilities from your father."
After a moment of silence, Hong Yu spoke up, "In my father's words, perhaps I was born with a damaged brain, how could I be so foolish? So Master Yun, this question truly makes me feel embarrassed."
Yun Lingchuan chuckled lightly and decided not to press further. With great poise, he clasped his hands together and said, "My apologies."
Hong Yu smiled slightly and replied, "It's alright. In fact, I admire you, Master Yun. At such a young age, you manage to travel far and wide for Uncle Yun, handling business so efficiently. You are truly a natural talent, making others envious and impressed."
Yun Lingchuan pondered for a moment before speaking again. "Hong Yu, among the attendants, you are the youngest and naturally dull-witted; a rotten wood cannot be carved. Your father actually dared to let you travel alone all the way to Western Qi and be bought into the palace by the once violent and bloodthirsty princess as an attendant. Is your father worried that you won't die quickly enough?"
Hong Yu was momentarily speechless. He realized that those who appeared gentle and refined often had a knack for disguise; their warmth was merely an illusion. Yun Lingchuan was essentially a cunning, dark-hearted youth with a sharp tongue.
That night, after Yun Qingyu finished organizing the Silver Armored Army with Xin Yao, they hurried back to Princess Manor.
Upon entering the Eastern Pavilion, Jing Lan and Mingyue stepped forward to assist with washing up.
Jing Lan said, "Your Highness has been busy at the military camp for half a day; I will go instruct the kitchen to prepare some hot food."
Yun Qingyu nodded slightly and replied, "You may leave for now; bring the food over in half an hour."
The maids turned and exited the room. Yun Qingyu glanced at Xin Yao, raising an eyebrow as he said, "This Palace has successfully taken control of the Silver Armored Army. What’s wrong? You seem a bit unhappy."
Xin Yao shot him a glance before lowering his head, replying, "Subordinate feels incompetent. Before going to the military camp, when you mentioned having enough with just you, I thought I was your support. But after going to the camp and killing two top generals, reorganizing the troops—all of it was done by you personally. As your personal shadow guard, I didn’t contribute at all." Xin Yao felt heavy-hearted.
Hearing Xin Yao's thoughts, Yun Qingyu sensed the Shadow Guardian's burdened mind but patiently explained, "Today’s takeover of the Silver Armored Army required their genuine obedience. Therefore, I had to handle it myself; if anyone else had done it, the results would have been compromised. It’s not easy to command a hundred thousand soldiers in a short time without using extreme measures."
Upon hearing this, Xin Yao remarked, "Master is wise," yet he still felt inadequate, thinking he hadn’t been of any help and felt like a useless burden.
Yun Qingyu didn’t expect Xin Yao to be so stubborn and difficult to console. He rubbed his forehead in exasperation and said, "This Palace is tired; come and give me a massage." Instantly, Xin Yao lifted his gaze and approached carefully to massage his master.
After a moment of rest, Yun Qingyu continued to reassure him, "Now that I have complete control over the military power, anything I don’t want to deal with will be entrusted to you. You can be assured that I trust you."
Upon hearing this, Xin Yao felt the weight in his heart lift; he realized he was indeed useful, and his expression softened.
Yun Qingyu pondered for a moment before adding, "You have good skills; I want you to take an official position in the military camp. However, once you join the camp, you probably won’t be able to stay by my side every day."
This made Xin Yao’s previously relaxed expression tighten again as he retorted for the first time, "Subordinate is a Shadow Guard and cannot leave your sight. If you need a general, you can let Qilin take the position of Left General. He is the son of the Northern Protectorate Prince, experienced in military affairs and well-versed in strategy."
He was unwilling to leave Yun Qingyu's side; sending Qilin away would mean one less rival for favor in the household.
Yun Qingyu's tone was calm and unreadable, but Xin Yao knew he had overstepped his bounds and immediately knelt down to ask for punishment.
Yun Qingyu remained silent as Xin Yao bowed lower and lower, resembling a dejected little beast radiating an air of gloom and humility.
Yun Qingyu finally spoke, "This Palace will have a talk with the Qilin. If he truly possesses the demeanor of a great general, then there is nothing wrong with this matter."
Turning around, he locked eyes with Xin Yao, a smile lingering at the corners of his eyes. He said, "You have done well, and it seems I should reward you. What do you want?"
Xin Yao's cheeks flushed instantly. He stared at Yun Qingyu for a while, realizing he had lost his composure. He quickly averted his gaze and murmured, "Subordinate does not need a reward."
However, Yun Qingyu lifted Xin Yao's chin with his hand, bringing his gaze back to meet his own. He asked, "Really don’t want anything?"
In the past, Xin Yao, as a Shadow Guard, was cold and indifferent, never showing any emotion on his face.
Yun Qingyu remained calm and detached about everything. Yet, when these two came together, Yun Qingyu would smile sweetly and blush at the mention of Xin Yao. Xin Yao had transformed from a cold-blooded assassin into a Shadow Guard who could blush and feel desire.
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