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Yun Qingyu smiled coldly, her smile like frost in the depths of winter, exuding a bone-chilling coldness. The slight upward curve of her lips resembled a cold scythe. "No one can scheme against This Palace and remain unscathed. Yun Yiling will soon taste the consequences of her own entrapment; This Palace will not let her off easily."
Her eyes sparkled with anger and authority, their gaze like tangible flames, as if she were a deity about to deliver punishment, radiating an aura that made it impossible for anyone to look directly at her.
Outside the carriage, Xin Yao silently drove, gripping the reins tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.
He had overheard the conversation between Yun Qingyu and Wen Zhan, and involuntarily recalled a previous scene: when Yun Qingyu had simply said, "Go play by yourself," the once ferocious snakes had halted their attacks as if they had received a supreme command, quickly retreating into the grass and vanishing at an astonishing speed, leaving only fleeting shadows behind.
The Sixth Princess and Lu Mingzhan, who were being chased by the snakes in a state of panic and disarray, had completely missed this miraculous moment. Yet Xin Yao had witnessed it clearly, his eyes fixed on the direction where the snakes had disappeared.
So when the crowd at the foot of the mountain rushed over after hearing the Sixth Princess's desperate scream for help, there was no trace of any snakes left; they had vanished without a trace as if everything that had happened was merely an illusion, leaving only the trembling Sixth Princess and Lu Mingzhan behind.
Wen Zhan sighed softly, worry etched across his face as he furrowed his brow, filled with concern for Yun Qingyu's safety. "Yun Yiling and Lu Mingzhan initially viewed the Eldest Princess as a fool to be exploited. However, once events spiraled beyond their control, their exploitation turned into scheming and hostility. Now it has completely transformed into a deadly threat. It seems that wherever she goes from now on, the Princess Consort must always be vigilant about her personal safety and not allow these petty individuals any opportunity."
He looked at Yun Qingyu with deep concern in his eyes, his gaze gentle and sincere.
As the carriage slowly came to a stop outside the gates of the Princess Residence, Yun Qingyu stepped out to see a young man standing there, around seventeen or eighteen years old.
The young man stood tall like an ancient pine tree, warm as water, reminiscent of a gentle spring breeze that brought comfort. His robes fluttered lightly in the wind.
He respectfully clasped his hands together in greeting, his movements graceful and fluid. His voice rang clear like a mountain spring. "I am Yun Lingchuan, honored to meet the Princess Consort."
His demeanor was elegant and poised; every action reflected good upbringing, with warmth and humility shining in his eyes.
Yun Qingyu remained silent for a moment, her gaze sweeping up and down Yun Lingchuan, her eyes lingering on him. The contours of the young man's elegant features seemed to carry a mysterious power, evoking a sense of familiarity that inadvertently stirred a faint memory deep within her.
Her originally indifferent expression visibly softened, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly to reveal a gentle smile, like the first thaw of ice and snow. "Come with me to the palace," she said, her tone unconsciously warm, her voice softer than usual.
Beside Yun Qingyu, Xin Yao pressed his thin lips together, forming a nearly straight line. Confusion and wariness filled his heart; his brows furrowed slightly as a flicker of vigilance crossed his eyes.
Why did the prince allow this unknown youth into the palace?
Since he laid eyes on this boy, Xin Yao's expression had turned serious, radiating an air of caution akin to a cheetah guarding its territory.
For some reason, even though there were four attendants in Yun Qingyu's courtyard who constantly claimed they were vying for favor, Xin Yao had never felt any hostility or sense of crisis from them.
However, the appearance of this young man had set all of Xin Yao's nerves on edge, as if he sensed some underlying threat. His gaze remained fixed on Yun Lingchuan's retreating figure.
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