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Though the beauty of wind, flowers, snow, and moon was enchanting, it held no allure for Yun Qingyu. Her heart and mind were solely focused on her grand ambitions.
After reaching an agreement with Attendant Wen Zhan, she meticulously laid out her plans, allowing Wen Zhan to return to Wen's Mansion to pave the way for her.
However, she did not anticipate that Wen Zhan would face a barrage of attacks from those aloof young masters on the other side. Meanwhile, she herself was about to confront a complex and perilous situation in the study of Wen's Mansion.
At that moment, in the study, Wen Xingyun crumpled the letter into a ball, struggling to maintain his composure as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
He looked up at Yun Qingyu, his eyes betraying a hint of panic and confusion as he asked, "What does the Eldest Princess mean?"
Yun Qingyu's gaze was sharp as it swept over Wen Xingyun's face, as if she could see through his thoughts.
She took a delicate sip of tea, her movements graceful and composed, then slowly said, "Lord Wen is a minister from my mother's family, while Hong Shangshu supports Consort Lu and the Third Prince. This Palace will naturally not be foolish enough to turn against its own. Today, I might as well be straightforward with Lord Wen."
She set down her teacup and leaned slightly forward, her tone becoming more serious. "The first to act against the Hong Family will be Minister of Revenue Lord Hong. Once the Hong Family is brought down, the position of Minister of Revenue will become vacant. At that time, I might propose to His Majesty that Lord Wen take over as Minister of Revenue."
Wen Xingyun stood there in shock; his initial fear and unease transformed into an unexpected delight. It felt as though he had suddenly been pulled from an icy cellar into a blazing fire—a stark contrast of sensations.
He let out a small sigh of relief, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, though he dared not show too much.
Yun Qingyu observed every expression on Wen Xingyun's face, a slight smile curling at her lips as she continued, "As for this letter, very few know that This Palace would come to support Lord Wen. The arrival of this letter at such a time—what do you think it signifies?"
Wen Xingyun tightened his grip on the letter, furrowing his brow in thought before replying, "So someone is deliberately trying to sow discord. Your Highness has no reason to act against me, but..."
He still had some doubts in his heart, feeling that this good fortune had come too suddenly, like a pie falling from the sky. There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
Wen Xingyun pondered for a moment before asking again, "What does Your Highness want me to do?"
Yun Qingyu spoke calmly, "Wen Zhan is an attendant of this palace. Recently, I learned that he has quite a bit of knowledge and might be able to take the imperial examination."
Upon hearing this decision, Wen Xingyun was greatly surprised, his face showing an expression of disbelief.
The Eldest Princess thought, is she trying to have Wen Zhan enter the officialdom? But he is an illegitimate son and also Your Highness's attendant; according to common sense and rules, he shouldn't have this qualification at all.
This was simply unheard of.
Yun Qingyu noticed his thoughts and smiled lightly, her confidence evident in her expression. "Lord Wen need not worry about these matters, nor should you find any excuses to obstruct it. There is nothing that this palace cannot resolve."
Wen Xingyun fell silent, weighing the situation in his mind. He pondered: It is rumored that the Consort has fallen out of favor, and Yun Qingyu has brought Wen Zhan to attend my birthday banquet. Does this mean that Wen Zhan has caught Yun Qingyu's eye?
Although the status of an attendant is not very glorious, and such favor may not last long, the prospect of an illegitimate son being promised the position of Minister of Revenue by Yun Qingyu is too good to pass up.
Moreover, Yun Qingyu is the daughter of Consort Duan, and the Wen Family supports Consort Duan; they are all in the same boat.
Thinking of this, he decisively replied, "I accept Your Highness's conditions."
Everything went as Yun Qingyu had expected. She nodded in satisfaction. "Very well, it is getting late. This palace will not delay Lord Wen's birthday banquet any longer."
As she spoke, she stood up, ready to head outside. The position of Minister of Revenue was already part of her plans, and Wen Xingyun was feeling a bit impatient. He hurriedly asked, "Your Highness, when do you plan to take action?"
Yun Qingyu was about to respond when she slightly raised her gaze. At that moment, dozens of arrows suddenly flew toward them like rain, interrupting their conversation.
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