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How could a woman from the harem be allowed to wield power?
The Chancellor, despite his illness, forced himself to attend court and reprimanded Yun Zhi Yue. In a fit of rage, the Emperor cut off the Phoenix Empress's meals, causing the Chancellor to faint on the spot from the shock. Thus began the spread of the name "Demon Consort" associated with Yun Zhi Yue.
Noticing the furious glares from the ministers directed at her, Yun Zhi Yue could guess the Emperor's thoughts. Instead of feeling angered, she played her role as the Demon Consort quite well.
Huo Huo was enough of a distraction for the court officials; Yun Zhi Yue had no intention of truly causing chaos for the people of Da Feng, so she knew this memorial could not be handled carelessly.
Unfortunately, she truly did not understand state affairs. After the Emperor retired for the night, she and Cui Ling each carried a large bundle and made their way to Zhao Prison. Along the way, none of the palace maids or attendants dared to look at them; they wished they could shrink their heads into their clothes.
This was the benefit of power—like Yun Zhi Yue, no one dared to provoke her. Apart from the Emperor, she was the most influential person in the entire palace. With her favored status and being a mother to the heir, no one would dare cross her.
Though she was still hanging by a thread, her attire was somewhat disheveled, yet her complexion remained decent. They claimed it was for interrogation, but aside from Yun Zhi Yue's earlier beating, no one had laid a hand on Luo. After all, the Emperor knew that Luo had been wronged; however, at this moment, he cared for no one but himself. He spent his days researching how to extract poison and dispel curses, likely forgetting about Luo altogether.
Yun Zhi Yue ordered that no harm should come to Luo, and naturally, no one in Zhao Prison dared to act against her wishes. As soon as Yun Zhi Yue entered, Luo's gaze locked onto her with an unsettling intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
Once Cui Ling set up a table with ink and brushes and neatly arranged the memorials from their bundle, Luo already understood Yun Zhi Yue's intentions.
After everything was prepared, Cui Ling ushered everyone out and even thoughtfully closed the prison door behind them. After all, it wasn’t common for their lady to seek help from a prisoner.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward at first, but Yun Zhi Yue steeled herself.
"That previous memorial was all stamped with your seal for approval. If His Majesty is unwell and cannot provide his seal, these matters fall into This Palace's hands. This Palace does not wish to disappoint His Majesty; hence I came to seek your guidance. Perhaps if you take this seriously, His Majesty will appreciate your loyalty and release you in a few days."
Luo scoffed: "With charges of attempting to assassinate a member of the Royal Family, how could there ever be a chance for redemption? Once Qin Wang arrives in the capital, I might have to pay with my life—what loyalty is there in that?"
However, seeing as they had shared a room multiple times before, Luo begrudgingly agreed to help Yun Zhi Yue with this task but added that he was too filthy and asked her to provide him with some clean clothes.
Yun Zhi Yue's eyelid twitched as she gritted her teeth: "Do you even realize you are a prisoner?"
Luo wore an expression of indifference as if he were unbothered by boiling water; he provocatively replied: "If you're unhappy, feel free to hit me. If that doesn’t satisfy you, you can always use a hot iron—just don’t hold back on yourself."
"Damn, this bastard is quite arrogant," she muttered under her breath.
She had Cui Ling bring a set of clean clothes. Casting a sideways glance at him, she tore away the tattered garments, revealing the bandages wrapped around his body underneath.
Imagining the whip marks beneath the bandages, Yun Zhi Yue felt no guilt whatsoever; instead, there was a hint of excitement—perhaps she had a penchant for thrill.
Wait a minute, if the torn clothes fell away so easily, putting on the intact ones would definitely require pulling them up from the arms. Right now, Luo's hands were shackled on either side, and to wear the clothes, she would need to unlock the cuffs.
Ha, did he really think she would fall for his trick to escape? Did he think she was that foolish?
She could just unlock one cuff at a time and slide one sleeve on.
With a look that said "You think you're so clever," she only unlocked the left cuff, and then Luo smiled.
With one arm around her waist, he swiftly snatched the key from her hand.
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