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Yun Zhi Yue remained expressionless, waiting for what would come next.
When I first entered the prince's residence as a consort, I was merely a child. Just like when His Majesty sought to marry the Empress, he made promises that were equally charming when he sought me. Such beautiful sentiments, akin to tales, are rare in this world. Both the Empress and I have been let down by them, but it matters little; men are often fickle, especially in the imperial family.
Having enjoyed immense wealth and power, one must pay a price. I have always consoled myself this way, and when I had my first child, life seemed a bit more fulfilling. Each day, I would soothe the little one in my womb, shifting all my thoughts to him. I even secretly prepared a name and sewed many garments for him.
He was born amidst my hopes—healthy and strong—but inexplicably silent. He left this world before he could even open his eyes or see it.
Yun Zhi Yue fell into silence, unsure of what to say.
De Fei continued, "I went mad with grief and vowed to find the one who harmed my child. However, at that time, His Majesty was embroiled in a struggle for power during a critical moment, and there was no room for chaos in the residence. Thus, this matter was suppressed."
With a heavy heart, I buried my conscience. Later, when I became pregnant with my second and third children, it was all a ruse—merely a means to eliminate rivals. After losing my first child, I had already taken medicine to prevent further pregnancies.
I understood well that in this filthy harem, the corruption ran deeper than just me. I knew that I had to wait for an opportunity to take my revenge. Years later, I successfully brought down the Empress, but that was not enough.
The deadly curse on His Majesty was my doing; the poison resided within me. That is why he could not find an antidote. His condition was manageable, and perhaps this matter could be of great assistance to the Imperial Noble Consort.
Yun Zhi Yue was somewhat astonished; De Fei truly was formidable—she had accomplished great things without making a sound.
One should never underestimate a woman's desire for revenge.
"What do you want?"
De Fei replied earnestly, "Empress, I want to personally end the Empress's life. After that, I will follow the arrangements of the Imperial Noble Consort."
Without any hesitation, Yun Zhi Yue agreed: "Deal." She had never been a virtuous person anyway.
The Empress was imprisoned in Feng Gong, and since His Majesty was not present at the moment, it wouldn't be difficult for her to send De Fei inside; she just needed to wait until matters with Qin Wang were settled.
With the curse able to control the emperor's body, it would be much easier now.
Not long after, far away in Qin Wang's territory of Ning Xin, news came through Fengyue Pavilion.
Qin Wang had already set off with a small troop toward the capital. Although their numbers were few, it was clear that larger forces were being arranged behind them. If they were trapped in the capital, once the signal was sent out, they would launch an assault to rescue it.
Yun Zhi Yue smirked; it’s said that one need not fear thieves but rather those who covet what they cannot have. As long as Qin Wang took action, he would be firmly branded as a rebel by then; naturally, the court would send troops to deal with him.
With Kang Wang applying pressure from his side as well, Qin Wang would face significant losses; by then Feng Yu would pose no threat to her.
However good her plans seemed on paper, Feng Yu slipped through her fingers. Though injured and unconscious, when she would awaken remained uncertain.
At some point, Feng Yu had already left the capital while Qin Wang was nearing it and suddenly turned back toward his territory.
All plans fell apart. Yun Zhi Yue felt deeply frustrated—like being stifled without even being able to let out a sigh—it was utterly displeasing.
The Emperor was furiously smashing things in the Imperial Study, while Yun Zhi Yue was angrily shattering various porcelain items in Yao Xian Palace.
Luo and Cui Ling stood by, handing her new pieces; for every one she broke, they would quickly place another in her left hand.
Yun Zhi Yue felt utterly speechless, unable to even muster the energy to be angry.
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