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Wen Zhan's eyes flickered, as if he understood something. A glint of cunning flashed in his gaze, and the clever boy's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he chuckled, "So, aside from the Eldest Princess, everyone else who came up the mountain seems to be acting like they have hysteria. How strange indeed."
As he spoke, he cast a significant look at the crowd, his gaze lingering on each person's face for a moment, sparkling with intelligence as if he had already seen through everything.
Yun Qingyu remained calm, her eyes darting like lightning across the faces of those present. Her gaze seemed to penetrate each person's thoughts, causing those who met her eyes to shiver involuntarily. She said softly, "Everyone, please continue your game; this Palace will not disturb your good spirits."
With that, she turned without looking back and walked toward the carriage, her steps light yet carrying an undeniable authority, each footfall echoing in the hearts of those around her.
Xin Yao closely followed her side like a loyal shadow, matching Yun Qingyu's pace while remaining vigilant of their surroundings.
Seeing this, Wen Zhan did not hesitate to follow Yun Qingyu as well, his steps brisk as he trailed behind her.
After taking just two steps, Yun Qingyu seemed to remember something suddenly. She lifted her head and called out, "Xin Yao."
Her voice was not loud but carried a penetrating quality. Xin Yao immediately stepped forward, standing tall and respectfully awaiting instructions, her gaze focused intently on Yun Qingyu.
A cold glint flashed in Yun Qingyu's eyes, her expression turning frosty. "Find out who those boys are that dared to assist Lu Mingzhan in plotting against this Palace. If they have the audacity to scheme, they must also bear the consequences of scheming against this Palace."
Though her voice was soft, the icy tone made the air around them feel as if it had dropped in temperature; everyone could sense that chill.
The crowd silently watched Yun Qingyu's departing figure, each person’s expression varying.
Some were terrified, their bodies trembling slightly and teeth chattering as if they could already see the disaster looming over them; their eyes were filled with fear. Others appeared contemplative, brows furrowed as they rested their chin on their hand, seemingly pondering the deeper implications behind this matter; their gazes held a hint of complexity. Still others were anxious and restless, their eyes darting around as they rubbed their hands together nervously, unsure of what to do next while cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.
After experiencing these two waves of upheaval, the atmosphere at the scene had become unbearably oppressive, as if a massive dark cloud loomed over everyone's heads. Who could still find the mood to continue playing?
The nobles who had been singled out by Yun Qingyu were already pale as paper, and upon hearing his words, they were even more terrified, their bodies going weak. They nearly collapsed to the ground, wishing they could faint on the spot, their eyes filled with despair as if their world had crumbled.
Someone looked at Lu Mingzhan with confusion etched on their face, cautiously approaching him and whispering, "Master Lu, what exactly happened just now? Was there really a snake on the mountain?"
At that moment, Lu Mingzhan's face was ashen, his eyes still reflecting the lingering shock. His gaze seemed hollow.
Hearing the question, he numbly glanced at the person who spoke, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. His throat felt constricted, and in the end, he said nothing. He simply turned and left quickly, his steps unsteady and his body slightly swaying. His silhouette appeared particularly lonely and disheveled, like a failure abandoned by the world.
Yun Qingyu also boarded the carriage back to Princess Manor.
Inside the carriage, Wen Zhan furrowed his brows slightly and said with a puzzled expression, "What exactly happened on the mountain? Someone must be up to no good."
As he spoke, he lightly tapped his fingers against the armrest of his seat.
Yun Qingyu reclined comfortably on the soft couch inside the carriage, casually flipping through a Military Strategy Book. He responded with a soft "Hmm," a glimmer of contemplation flashing in his eyes as if he had already guessed part of it. His gaze deepened.
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