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Qiling slightly bowed, his expression respectful as he spoke, "Your Highness, Young Master Wen said that the Princess Consort holds an esteemed position as the head of this Princess Manor. As your attendants, we should follow the rules and pay our respects to you morning and evening."
As he spoke, his eyes remained lowered, his demeanor humble.
Beside him, Hong Yu quickly chimed in, taking a small step forward with a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. "If we could share breakfast with Your Highness, that would be wonderful," he said, stealing glances at Yun Qingyu's expression.
At that moment, Wen Zhan stepped forward. Tall and handsome, he bowed politely. "I had the honor of witnessing the Princess Consort's remarkable grace last night. Your courage and determination deeply impressed me. I hold you in the highest regard and am willing to serve you. I only hope for your occasional kindness; that alone would satisfy me," he said earnestly, his gaze filled with sincerity.
Xin Yao listened to these attendants boldly expressing their admiration for Yun Qingyu while holding a bowl of medicine to his lips, unable to swallow.
His brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of displeasure crossing his eyes.
Yun Qingyu keenly sensed Xin Yao's discomfort and discreetly cast him a reassuring glance.
Receiving the look as a cue, Xin Yao obediently drank the medicine in one go before setting down the bowl. He coldly replied to Wen Zhan, "Hmph, them? This Palace has no time to show you affection."
Upon hearing this, Hong Yu immediately adopted a pitiful expression, his eyes reddening as if he might cry at any moment.
He hurried forward, his voice trembling. "Your Highness, what do you mean by that? We are all your attendants! When you brought us into the manor, you never said we would be neglected."
Yun Qingyu looked at him expressionlessly, her gaze as cold as winter lake water.
Hong Yu felt a twinge of guilt under her stare but weakly continued, "So… shouldn't Your Highness treat us all equally?"
His voice grew softer, yet it still clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
The other attendants cast him pleading looks, their expressions resembling that of pitiful little puppies trying to evoke Yun Qingyu's sympathy.
Yun Qingyu was just about to lift her teacup for a sip when she heard his words, causing her to pause abruptly. She felt speechless and truly wanted to crack open the boy's head to see what bizarre thoughts were swirling inside.
"Equal treatment? Listen, is this something a normal man should say?"
Yun Qingyu silently scoffed in her heart, maintaining an indifferent expression on her face as she replied, "This Palace was busy all night last night and got up before dawn to enter the palace today. I’m quite exhausted and need to catch up on some sleep later, so I don’t have time to deal with you. You should just go about your own business."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of joy flashed in Hong Yu's eyes. He eagerly said, "Your Highness, does this mean that once you’ve rested, you can..."
His words trailed off, but the implication was clear. Yun Qingyu fell silent, her gaze slowly sweeping over the four of them as if she were scrutinizing them.
Suddenly, she asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Which one of you is the richest?"
At this question, the group fell into silence, exchanging puzzled glances as they wondered why the princess would suddenly ask this. Regardless, at this moment, claiming they were broke might earn them some pity from her.
Hong Yu was the first to react; he immediately began to lament his poverty. "Your Highness, I’m the poorest! Don’t you remember? I’m the one you bought from the human traffickers; I’m an orphan without parents and have nothing at all."
As he spoke, he wiped at the corners of his eyes that held no tears, trying to make himself appear more pitiful.
Yun Qingyu let out a cold laugh; she could clearly see that Hong Yu's clothes were made from South Sea Mermaid Silk.
The fabric was light and flowing, resembling wisps of smoke. It was said that this Mermaid Silk would not get wet in water, making it incredibly precious—taking years to acquire just a single piece, worth its weight in gold.
Yun Qingyu's gaze turned sharp as she looked at Hong Yu, like two keen swords. "An orphan without possessions? Then explain to This Palace where you got this garment." Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure.
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