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The Wen Mansion was bustling with activity as a birthday celebration unfolded, yet the entrance was devoid of the festive sounds of firecrackers. Instead, a series of sharp slaps echoed through the air, creating a rather amusing scene.
The sound stood out starkly against the quiet street, drawing the attention of passersby who turned to look.
The Legitimate Son of the Wen Family felt a sense of foreboding at this sight. Furrowing his brow, he quickly signaled to a nearby servant and whispered, "Go fetch my father."
Wen Zhan straightened his posture and gazed calmly at the anxious young gentlemen around him. A slight smile crept onto his lips as he said, "You all should comply; otherwise, if blood is shed on such a fine day, it won't bode well for anyone."
His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.
Yun Qingyu, known as the Violent Princess, had a reputation that resonated deeply among the crowd. Though the young men harbored resentment in their hearts, they understood that while being slapped was embarrassing, it was far better than losing their lives.
With gritted teeth, they began to slap their own faces vigorously.
The sound of slapping intensified, reverberating in the air.
Yun Qingyu slightly lifted her foot and walked toward the entrance with an indifferent expression. As she walked, she coldly remarked, "The noise is too soft; I can't hear it."
At her words, the crowd shuddered involuntarily and instinctively increased the force of their slaps. The sound grew louder, ringing in their ears.
Just then, hurried and chaotic footsteps approached from within the mansion. Dressed in resplendent robes, Wen Xingyun, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, rushed over. His face was filled with shock as he stared at the young gentlemen slapping themselves. With wide eyes, he exclaimed loudly, "What is going on here?"
Wen Zhan remained unruffled and respectfully bowed to him. "Greetings, Father."
Wen Xingyun finally noticed Yun Qingyu. He understood in his heart that this must be the mess caused by his illegitimate son, Wen Zhan. It was truly embarrassing to have such a ridiculous scene at his birthday celebration.
Wen Zhan seemed oblivious to his father's dark expression, maintaining a calm demeanor and even "thoughtfully" reminding him, "Father seems to have forgotten to pay respects to the Princess Consort."
Wen Xingyun's heart sank as his gaze fell on Yun Qingyu's expressionless face. He dared not show any negligence and immediately knelt down, respectfully saying, "I pay my respects to the Princess Consort. May Your Highness live for a thousand years."
Yun Qingyu glanced at him indifferently and said, "Get up. Today, Lord Wen is celebrating his birthday, and this palace has come with Wen Zhan to offer congratulations. Additionally, there is a matter I wish to discuss with you."
Wen Xingyun felt a chill run down his spine. He thought to himself: This formidable figure causes trouble right from the start; now she says she wants to discuss something—surely it cannot be good news.
However, he did not dare show it on his face and continued to be respectful. He slightly turned aside and gestured for her to enter. "It’s inconvenient outside; please come in, Your Highness."
Every word of his was clearly heard by Yun Qingyu. She nodded slightly and walked in while saying indifferently, "Those gossipy people spoke disrespectfully about this palace's attendant, their words were quite unpleasant and lacking decorum. This palace has imposed a slight punishment; if it has caused Lord Wen any embarrassment, I apologize."
Wen Xingyun could hardly believe his ears. The usually cold and violent Seventh Princess would actually express an apology to him?
His momentary displeasure vanished instantly, and he hurriedly replied, "Your Highness is too kind; I am unworthy of such praise."
At this point, he only hoped that this formidable figure would not lash out during his birthday banquet; that would truly be a blessing!
Wen Xingyun led Yun Qingyu to the study and instructed the servants to serve tea. Once they were seated, he nervously asked directly, "Princess Consort, may I ask why you are here today...?"
Yun Qingyu looked at Wen Xingyun with a faint smile that held an inscrutable meaning. "Lord Wen need not be nervous. This palace is here today both to support you on your birthday and to give you a heads-up regarding the matter of the house search; you need not worry."
Wen Xingyun was taken aback, a look of confusion on his face as a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes. "What does Your Highness mean? Please clarify."
Suddenly, a servant rushed in, looking flustered and interrupting their conversation. He handed over a sealed letter, speaking urgently, "Master, it's an urgent matter."
Wen Xingyun frowned and shot him a glare, scolding, "Can't you see the Princess Consort is here? Stop being so reckless!"
Yun Qingyu remained composed, holding her teacup with indifference. "Since it’s an urgent matter, Lord Wen should take a look."
A sense of foreboding surged within Wen Xingyun as his hand trembled slightly. He quickly unfolded the letter and scanned its contents. His heart sank as he read: "The Eldest Princess has obtained evidence and will raid Wen's Mansion tomorrow."
Panic gripped him instantly; his face turned pale as he instinctively crumpled the letter in his hand, fear evident in his eyes.
Yun Qingyu's cold and indifferent gaze fell upon the anxious Wen Xingyun. She spoke casually, "It seems this is about This Palace."
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