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Yun Zhi Yue groggily responded, opening her eyes only to realize her posture was awkward. Suddenly, she asked, "What if This Palace were to give you a beating every now and then? Would you be able to accept it?"
Luo squinted, teasingly running his fingertip over his rosy lips, implying, "If the Consort could ensure that Servant's stomach is full before each encounter, it would be worth considering."
Yun Zhi Yue's eyelids twitched as she quickly got up, distancing herself from this unsettlingly unpredictable individual. Perhaps in her haste or due to forgetfulness, she took away the memorial but left behind the key to the shackles.
Luo looked at the cold key in his hand, a smirk spreading across his face as his laughter grew louder. After laughing enough, he locked himself up again, gradually dispelling the gloom that had shrouded this prison cell for days.
The titles of Imperial Noble Consort and Demon Consort were well-known and colorful, but they were merely a result of the Emperor's ignorance. The Emperor held a revered position; even if he made mistakes, it was always someone else's fault. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many historical accounts of clearing the Emperor's side.
It was initially thought that Da Feng would descend into chaos, with court officials wearing worried expressions. However, upon receiving memorials that spread across various departments, they fell silent. It was truly laughable; while the Emperor neglected his duties, a mere concubine managed to handle matters effectively.
This left them lacking confidence when they spoke of the Demon Consort. The royal family in the capital suffered severe casualties, yet the Emperor remained indifferent. Even if the royal family lingered in the capital for a position, now that people had died without any action taken by them, at least for appearances' sake, the Emperor should have shown some concern.
Yet their Majesty seemed utterly unconcerned about this matter while being overly attentive to seeking immortality and medicine. Still, the Imperial Noble Consort sent someone with gifts to appease them and even personally visited those members of the royal family who survived; this helped to calm things down.
However, only Qin Wang Shizi remained unconscious. Qin Wang had already received news and would soon enter the capital. Meanwhile, Yun Zhi Yue was at Kang Wang Fu.
Kang Wang Heir Feng Die arrived in the capital much earlier than Feng Yu due to his frail health; he relied on Wen Family's acupuncture techniques to prolong his life. Sent to the capital by Kang Wang at ten years old, he had now been there for over ten years and had kept such a low profile that it was as if he didn't exist at all.
Had it not been for this assassination attempt, he too might have been forgotten by the ministers in the capital. After all, when Feng Die entered the capital, the princes were still present; he simply came for treatment. Who could have predicted all these subsequent troubles?
Coughing slightly, Cang Ye's face could not hide his striking elegance as he reclined on a soft couch draped in a thick fox fur coat—sickly yet refined. Having seen the Imperial Noble Consort before, His Highness was indeed injured; perhaps even the assassin thought it unnecessary to target such an ill figure—there was no need for the Consort to worry.
"Wherever you speak, even if there are no injuries, there must be some shock," smiled Yun Zhi Yue. "This Palace comes on behalf of His Majesty to express concern."
Yun Zhi Yue seemed to have ulterior motives, and Feng Die's eyes flickered slightly. Just as she was about to speak, a servant came in to report that Wen Taiyi had arrived for a consultation.
With a hint of helplessness, Feng Die said, "Let Wen Taiyi in. Your Highness must be amused. His Highness has survived this long thanks to the silver needles of the Wen Family. Every two days, someone from the Wen Family comes here."
Yun Zhi Yue raised an eyebrow, suddenly pondering why Wen Ningmo was the world's male lead and what noble person was waiting for him to extend his life.
"The Crown Prince never thought of seeking another physician. If that were the case, wouldn't his life be entirely in the hands of the Wen Family?"
Feng Die chuckled at this: "If everyone had a physician from the Wen Family with such medical skills and renowned acupuncture techniques, the Wen Family wouldn't have become such a prominent clan, lingering in the imperial medical institution for generations."
"His Highness's ability to survive until now is already a favor from the Wen Family," she continued. "What you say is true; His Highness has never considered it."
At that moment, Wen Ningmo entered with a medicine box and scoffed, "Not everyone is as deep-minded as you, Your Highness. I suppose you are unfamiliar with the concept of gratitude."
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