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Meanwhile, in the Princess Residence, the Queen was listening to a report from a nearby maid: "The Empress Dowager has sent the Imperial Physician to Duke Jin's mansion."
The Queen was unaware that she had become a suspect herself. She was analyzing the sudden madness of the Third Prince, just like the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, without suspecting Yun Qingyu at all.
However, she didn't care much. In her mind, she pondered: regardless of which palace was behind this, the Third Prince was already a Duke and had lost his qualifications for succession. Why bother focusing on him? Right now, it was only Yun Qingyu who mattered; wherever she leaned, there would be hope for succession. After witnessing the fates of Consort Duan and the Lu Family, the Queen understood that winning over Yun Qingyu couldn't be done forcefully; she needed to be coaxed and catered to.
With this thought in mind, she carefully instructed, "Make sure to inform the Second Prince's side as well. No one in the entire residence is allowed to provoke Yun Qingyu. Even if Yun Qingyu throws a tantrum at Duke Xuan's Mansion, they must appease her properly. If necessary, they should let her hit them to vent her anger; we cannot allow her to carry her fury out of the residence."
The next morning, as Yun Qingyu got up, she heard Jing Lan report, "Someone from the palace has arrived, sent by Her Majesty the Queen."
A palace maid accompanied members of the Imperial Tailoring Bureau to the Eastern Pavilion and performed their customary greetings.
"Her Majesty the Queen is considerate of Princess Consort's recent efforts for the country and has sent Old Servant to take your measurements for several new outfits. Also, please call those few in your courtyard so they can have some made as well."
Yun Qingyu cooperated and stood still while they took her measurements, thinking to herself: since it's being paid for by the palace, who would complain about having more clothes?
As for the Queen's intention behind this gesture of goodwill, she was already well aware that this was merely the first step in winning her over.
She turned back and called out to Xin Yao behind her: "Let them take your measurements too."
Xin Yao disliked having anyone other than his master touch him, but he obeyed his master's command.
So at that moment, standing stiffly in the hall with his arms outstretched while being handled by a group of strangers, Xin Yao struggled to suppress the urge to strike them down. His restrained expression indeed resembled that of someone forced into an undesirable situation.
The young man was exceptionally handsome, looking nothing like those frail attendants from the courtyard.
Granny Gu muttered to herself while maintaining a respectful demeanor, inquiring of His Highness, "Is it possible to make two robes for this young gentleman?"
Yun Qingyu replied calmly, "Make them in black satin, with dark red bamboo patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem. Prepare two sets of formal attire—two in black and two in white, all made of satin. The four pairs of boots should match the robes in color and style."
The old woman listened attentively, jotting down everything Yun Qingyu said, internally scoffing: the Eldest Princess was indeed as extravagant as rumored.
However, before coming here, the Empress had instructed her not to fear the Eldest Princess's demands but rather her refusals. As long as she was willing to accept the Empress's goodwill, future dealings would be much smoother.
With a rival like Hong Yu—a demon-like competitor vying for favor daily—the Empress planned to send gifts to the three palaces and six courtyards, which left Xin Yao feeling increasingly anxious.
"Your Highness, I'm here," Hong Yu's lively voice suddenly rang out as he bounced in. Upon seeing others present, he bowed deeply and greeted, "Greetings, Princess Consort. Why did you summon me?"
"The Empress wishes to have clothes tailored for you. Please stand over there so they can take your measurements."
Hong Yu turned to the palace attendants and cleared his throat before saying, "This young master prefers a red style—something flowing that gives off an immortal vibe."
Yun Qingyu unceremoniously doused Hong Yu with cold water: "Red is more suited for a demon."
Hong Yu pouted in grievance: "Is there any demon as beautiful as me? Regardless of whether it's a demon or an immortal, I want it in red—the more flowing, the better. Come on, measure me up and make several outfits with good fabric."
The palace maids in the Empress's court were different from those around Consort Duan; they never created enemies for their masters outside. Everything was done according to the Eldest Princess's wishes without a single word of dissent.
She respectfully looked at Yun Qingyu and said, "Princess Consort, the other young masters do not know when they will return."
Yun Qingyu waved her hand and replied, "They don't lack for clothes, so there's no need to worry about them. Just prepare for Xin Yao and Hong Yu."
The matron responded respectfully and then withdrew. She thought to herself that she would tell the Empress about wanting to please the princess, perhaps starting with the Attendant.
Xin Yao, Yun Qingyu suddenly raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "How do you think the Empress will win over This Palace?"
Xin Yao fell silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head and saying, "Subordinate does not know."
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