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The Sixth Princess's eyes sparkled with cunning as she slowly said, "Let's say Yun Qingyu discovered evidence of Wen Xingyun's embezzlement. In a desperate attempt to silence her, Wen Xingyun, who is an official aligned with Consort Duan, will engage in a fight with Yun Qingyu that leaves them both severely weakened. We can then reap the benefits from the sidelines."
The Third Prince nodded in satisfaction at the Sixth Princess's scheme, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips. "This idea is quite good, but we need reliable people to execute it."
The Sixth Princess smiled slyly, her expression revealing a hint of mischief. "We don't need particularly reliable people. The Legitimate Son of the Wen Family and the Wen Family Bastard have always been at odds. Having the Legitimate Son of the Wen Family carry out the plan would be perfect; that way, we can remain uninvolved."
The Third Prince nodded again and responded, but suddenly seemed to remember something, letting out a helpless sigh. "If only my sixth sister had martial prowess like Yun Qingyu's; we wouldn't need to curry favor with those people at all."
Confidently, the Sixth Princess replied, "Third Prince, there's no need to worry. Gaining the throne relies not on brute strength but on intelligence. With a good strategy, capable individuals will naturally serve you. Once you sit in that position, why would you worry about not having experts at your command?"
Her words struck a chord with the Third Prince, his gaze becoming somewhat dreamy as he envisioned himself commanding respect from all once he ascended to the throne.
He imagined issuing orders and having everyone obey him without question—whoever he wished to live would live; whoever he wished to die would die.
In his eyes, what was Yun Qingyu? What was Xin Yao? That supreme position must be his; for this goal, he would not hesitate to stain his hands with the blood of his own siblings.
A few days later, prominent officials and ministers gathered at court, along with various princes who came to show their support.
They all harbored intentions of probing for information and brought gifts to celebrate Wen Xingyun's birthday at the Wen Family.
On the way there, someone curiously asked, "Will the Princess Consort come today? You know her illegitimate brother has married into the Princess Manor, right?"
Another person chimed in, "He must return eventually, right?"
The Legitimate Son of the Wen Family overheard this and coldly scoffed, "What if he returns? He hasn't won any favor from the princess."
Meanwhile, on the other side, Yun Qingyu invited Wen Zhan to share a carriage with her.
Wen Zhan understood Yun Qingyu's intention; since the princess wanted to support him, she naturally had to display this preferential treatment.
However, he felt some doubts. Wouldn't this risk affecting the princess's reputation?
Yun Qingyu lifted her gaze to him, her eyes revealing a rather subtle meaning as she smiled faintly and said, "This Palace has even taken in an Attendant; what reputation is there to worry about?"
Wen Zhan was momentarily taken aback, thinking that she had a point.
He couldn't help but feel a bit self-deprecating. Recently, this Your Highness had changed so much that he had momentarily forgotten she was someone who defied conventions and followed her own path.
After pondering for a while, Wen Zhan finally spoke up, "Actually, I don't quite understand. Since Your Highness has brought us all into the inner courtyard, why have you not been close to us?"
Yun Qingyu paused in her reading, frowning as she glanced at Wen Zhan. "Are you very idle?"
Xin Yao, who was driving the carriage, suddenly darkened his expression upon hearing this. Feeling somewhat displeased and with a hint of revenge in mind, he deliberately let the carriage roll over a small stone. He could maintain his balance due to his martial skills, but Wen Zhan inside the carriage was not so fortunate and bumped his head sharply.
Yun Qingyu closed her book and said calmly, "This Palace is still young and currently has no interest in these trivial matters. Even Consorts don’t have such opportunities; neither will you for now."
Before long, the carriage came to a stop. Xin Yao turned back to inform them, "Your Highness, we have arrived."
His gaze toward Wen Zhan held more displeasure as he thought to himself: The princess isn't interested in this; yet this Attendant seems to think quite a lot.
Wen Zhan glanced at the silent Xin Yao and swallowed hard, feeling somewhat guilty.
In front of Wen's Mansion, a lively conversation was taking place among the crowd. Someone recognized the carriage as belonging to Princess Manor, which immediately stirred up a commotion.
"Is the person in the carriage the Eldest Princess, Yun Qingyu?" someone whispered, but no one dared to confirm it.
It wasn't until Wen Zhan stepped out of the carriage that the crowd fell silent for a moment, followed by a mix of disappointment and relief.
Then, a sarcastic voice rang out, "So it's Young Master Wen after all."
The speaker wore a mocking expression and continued, "What? Riding back in the Eldest Princess's carriage to celebrate Lord Wen's birthday makes you feel more important? Young Master Wen certainly has quite the attitude. Today is Master Wen's birthday, and several princes and ministers arrived early, yet Young Master Wen arrives fashionably late."
Another person chimed in, "Young Master Wen is indeed talented and handsome, but being an Attendant is still a lowly position that doesn't hold much prestige. Don't think this is an honorable title; if it were me, I wouldn't dare show my face here tonight."
Wen Zhan looked at these people with a smile, his demeanor calm as he replied, "Being the Attendant to the Seventh Princess isn't something to be proud of, but if I can earn her favor, then I might just have some leverage. I forgot to mention, tonight the Princess Consort is accompanying me."
With that, he turned back toward the carriage and said politely with a gentle smile, "Your Highness, their welcome tonight is rather special; I hope you can overlook it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the young nobles changed drastically. Their faces turned pale as they simultaneously knelt on the ground, anxiously shouting, "We pay our respects to the Princess Consort!"
Yun Qingyu slowly emerged from the carriage. Her expression was icy as she scanned the crowd with a gaze as sharp as ice. Coldly, she commanded, "Everyone who spoke just now should slap themselves twenty times; I won't whip you this time. Otherwise, I'll make sure your heads bleed!"
Her voice was not loud but carried an intimidating authority that sent chills through those present.
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