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Yun Qingyu had yet to sense any malice from these individuals. As for the secrets they hid, she believed she would eventually uncover them.
Yun Qingyu spoke softly, "On April 18, the Flowing Water Poetry Gathering, Wen Zhan will accompany me." As she said this, she slightly raised her gaze to look at Wen Zhan, her eyes calm as water.
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhan's face immediately broke into a smile, one that bloomed like a flower. He respectfully clasped his hands together and inclined his body slightly, responding, "Yes, Your Highness."
He understood well that during Wen Xingyun's birthday celebration, everyone had witnessed how Yun Qingyu defended him.
In such a situation where outsiders were watching closely, he needed to at least appear favored on the surface. He couldn't let others think that he, the Wen Family Bastard, had quickly fallen out of favor; it would make survival in this complex environment even more difficult. He clenched his fists tightly, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes.
Hong Yu's eyes sparkled with longing. With bright eyes full of anticipation, he exclaimed, "Your Highness, I want to go too! I heard there will be many talented scholars and beautiful ladies at the Flowing Water Poetry Gathering. It must be a lively scene; I really want to experience it!"
As he spoke, he looked at Yun Qingyu with his big watery eyes filled with desire, unconsciously leaning toward her like a puppy waiting for its master’s affection.
However, Yun Qingyu merely glanced at him expressionlessly, her gaze as cold as a blade. Without any response, she turned and walked away with steady and composed steps, each footfall seeming to tread upon Hong Yu's heart as if nothing could make her linger.
Hong Yu furrowed his brows. "Does this mean she agreed or not?" he muttered softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
He cautiously rubbed his sore knees from kneeling and winced while mumbling to himself, "Your Highness really doesn't understand how to cherish delicate feelings."
Shen Zhongjing glanced at him from the side, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he teased, "What nonsense are you spouting in broad daylight? If the Eldest Princess knew how to cherish delicate feelings, the Princess Manor would surely be overcrowded; they'd probably break down the threshold."
As he spoke, he gestured dramatically as if demonstrating the threshold being trampled.
Qilin chuckled, looking at Hong Yu with a teasing grin. "The sky may be dark, but it's not bedtime yet. It's too early for dreams, so stop talking about those unrealistic fantasies."
He flashed a bright smile, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Hong Yu huffed defiantly, raising his chin almost to the sky, wearing a proud expression. "Dreams are important! Who knows when they might come true? When I earn the prince's favor, just don't come crawling to me for support."
Wen Zhan let out a long sigh, a smirk playing on his lips as he said, "I wish you all the best in achieving your dreams!"
With that, he turned and walked away, his figure gradually fading into the night, his footsteps light as he blended into the darkness.
Shen Zhongjing approached and gently patted Hong Yu on the shoulder, sincerity shining in his eyes as he encouraged, "Hong Yu, you can definitely do it. I believe in you."
Qilin glanced at Hong Yu and kindly reminded him, "Don't get your hopes up. The prince has already said that Wen Zhan will accompany her. You should just stay here and keep the empty house company."
Though his tone was teasing, there was an undertone of helplessness as he shrugged his shoulders.
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