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The palace maids came forward one after another, each holding a White Jade Soup Bowl filled with Fragrant Tea. The numerous consorts rose to thank the Empress and began to sip their tea, though it was uncertain how many actually drank it.
Yun Zhi Yue noticed something: every recently favored consort had palace maids watching them closely, making it unlikely that they were faking their reactions. She thought to herself that perhaps she could find an opportunity to discreetly spit it into her long sleeves.
Just as Yun Zhi Yue picked up her soup bowl, she saw a newly promoted consort walk past her and immediately spit into her sleeve, only to be pointed out by the palace maids on the spot.
The Empress was furious: "To avoid my gifts in such a manner, do you think I have tampered with the soup?" The consort, who held the rank of Eighth Grade Selection Maid and had recently been favored, trembled as she knelt before the Empress. "Your Majesty, I did not mean it that way!"
Yun Zhi Yue narrowed her eyes and suddenly pushed through the crowd, taking the half-finished Ying Cha from the consort and drinking it all in one go.
The Empress was taken aback. "You are going too far! There is nothing wrong with this tea; how could you provoke me on such an important day?" Yun Zhi Yue stepped in to defend her, finishing the remaining Ying Cha to prove it was harmless.
The Empress assessed Yun Zhi Yue's overly confident demeanor, unsure of what she was thinking, but her expression softened. "Enough. The hearts of people in this harem are complex and suspicious; many consorts harbor doubts. If this palace has done something wrong, then there is no need for Selection Maids to come and pay their respects in the future."
Such a lowly position made the Empress's words seem as harsh as sentencing her to the Cold Palace. The consort collapsed in tears as she was dragged away.
Yet Yun Zhi Yue seemed oblivious to the situation, scoffing, "Your Majesty is too kind; you didn’t punish her, yet she still cries—how overly delicate!"
The Empress chuckled lightly and pulled Yun Zhi Yue closer for a careful examination. "You are quite the defender of justice; it has been years since I’ve seen such a straightforward consort."
"Come now, since you enjoy this Ying Cha so much, drink more." With a glance from the Empress, a palace maid quickly presented another cup. Yun Zhi Yue didn’t hesitate and drank another glass.
"It’s so fragrant! When I return to my quarters, may I take some tea bags with me?"
The Empress laughed heartily, her earlier displeasure forgotten. "Such audacity! You want to eat and take home too?"
Their conversation flowed easily as they chatted merrily. The other consorts watched Yun Zhi Yue receiving the Empress's favor with mixed feelings of envy and admiration. De Fei and Liang Fei lowered their heads while sipping their Ying Cha, casting ambiguous glances at Yun Zhi Yue.
Over the years, many women have aspired to walk the path of Empress, yet none have survived. Among the crowd, a pair of venomous eyes were fixed on Yun Zhi Yue, who met the gaze with indifference.
Yun Zhi Yue raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery evident in her expression. Xu Pin clenched her fingers tightly, feeling a surge of poisonous rage boiling within her.
Having successfully navigated yet another challenge and found a temporary ally, Yun Zhi Yue felt elated. However, just as she was about to retire for the night, she was suddenly thrown into a sack and carried out of the palace.
If it weren't for Qing Xue's familiar aura confirming the identity of her captor, she might have turned back to unleash a vial of poison. How dare they throw Ben Liangyuan into a sack? The audacity was outrageous!
Roughly tossed onto the ground, Yun Zhi Yue twisted herself free from the sack. As she looked up, she was met with the lifeless face of Luo Bai and a man in Taiyi Official robes, who was watching her with great amusement.
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