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After returning to the palace, Yun Qingyu appeared slightly fatigued. She raised her hand slightly towards her Personal Maid, who understood the gesture and stepped forward to take the imperial edict and the Golden Seal Treasure Book, carefully removing them to store them properly.
Yun Qingyu then sat down in a chair, lost in thought as she contemplated the intricate situation facing Western Chu.
For now, there were no issues on the emperor's side.
As long as she could successfully address the two challenges of the National Treasury's emptiness and supplying Dongling, then regardless of how others viewed her methods—whether they labeled her as violent or accused her of acting independently, or even if she committed more unconventional acts—the emperor would choose to tolerate her.
After all, in the face of national interests, these concerns seemed trivial.
Xin Yao noticed Yun Qingyu's weariness and gently approached her from behind. His strong hands rested on her temples and began to apply just the right amount of pressure.
Looking at Yun Qingyu, he softly said, "Your Highness, I have selected a few shadow guards from the Hidden Pavilion. Would you like to meet them?"
Yun Qingyu opened her eyes slightly and asked, "Where are they?"
Upon receiving her response, Xin Yao quietly called out towards the door, "Come in."
In an instant, four dark figures flashed into the room from different directions with such speed that it was almost impossible to see their movements.
These four were Fu Feng, Fu Yun, Fu Wei, and Fu Ying—all young and agile boys around seventeen or eighteen years old. Dressed uniformly in black fitted attire, they stood tall with sharp gazes.
As soon as they entered the hall, they knelt down in unison and respectfully greeted their master: "We pay our respects to Your Highness!"
Their voices were deep and resonant, carrying a trained authority.
Yun Qingyu sat up straight, her gaze sweeping over them momentarily before she slowly spoke, "You have three days. Split up and find evidence of the Minister of Revenue's corruption, collusion, and favoritism. This Palace will take the evidence to raid his residence."
Her voice was cold, carrying an undeniable authority, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears.
The four responded in unison, "Yes!"
Then, like phantoms, they silently left the palace chamber without making a sound.
Yun Qingyu narrowed her eyes slightly, as if deep in thought. After a moment, she spoke, "You are the top expert in the Hidden Pavilion."
The tone was flat, a statement rather than a question.
Xin Yao paused briefly in his massage, lowering his gaze as he replied, "Yes."
The title of "top expert" had brought him much hardship over the past two years.
Initially, it was because the Seventh Princess could not defeat him, and his pride prevented him from yielding that he ended up in the Princess Manor.
Since then, he had been despised by the princess, living in torment every day.
However, starting yesterday, the princess seemed different from before. Yet he instinctively prepared to kneel but heard Yun Qingyu say, "Speak while standing. This Palace wants you to manage the Hidden Pavilion. Can you do it?"
Xin Yao was momentarily stunned, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes before he slowly nodded, "I can."
A wave of emotion surged within him; the princess trusted and valued him enough to entrust such an important responsibility as managing the Hidden Pavilion to him. It seemed that Your Highness truly was different from before.
Yun Qingyu fell silent, contemplating her current position as the Eldest Princess, now in control of the Hidden Pavilion, which gave her the confidence to act with arrogance and authority.
As for the power struggles among the princes in the harem and the interests of the nobility, those could be set aside for now to be dealt with later.
At present, there was one matter that needed her attention: the four attendants in the rear courtyard.
In light of the recent upheaval in the manor, it was concerning that none of those attendants had come out to witness the commotion.
Meanwhile, in the western courtyard of Princess Manor, the four attendants were leisurely gossiping.
The Illegitimate Son of the Northern Protectorate Prince, Qilin, reclined comfortably in a rocking chair, a smirk of schadenfreude on his face as he remarked, "Lu Mingzhan has been punished again; how amusing."
Dressed in red, Hong Yu nodded slightly with a hint of defiance and responded, "It seems this princess has suddenly gained some insight."
Turning to another attendant, Wen Zhan, the Illegitimate Son and Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, he asked, "What do you think?"
Wen Zhan, clad in a flowing green robe that gave him an ethereal appearance, took a gentle sip of tea. With a calm expression, he slowly replied, "The skies over Western Chu Court are about to change."
On another note, Lu Mingzhan had barely knelt for an hour before he fainted.
The news quickly reached Yun Qingyu. She instructed her messenger to tell Lu Mingzhan: "Take good care of your injuries these next few days and refrain from causing any more trouble. Heal quickly so you can take your Divorce Certificate and leave." Her tone was cold and devoid of any sympathy.
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