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The Third Prince sat leisurely in a luxurious chair, sipping tea while calculating the time in his mind. The Death Servant he had dispatched to assassinate Yun Qingyu should have already made their move.
At this thought, a slight smile crept onto his lips, and his mood lifted, as if he could already envision Yun Qingyu lying in a pool of blood.
He raised his teacup and took a delicate sip, eagerly awaiting good news from his servant.
When he saw the servant rushing in, the Third Prince greeted him with delight, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Is it good news from Wen's Mansion?"
However, the servant's expression was grave as he replied, "Your Highness, Yun Qingyu is heading to raid Hong Shangshu's residence to support Wen Zhan. She has already left the Wen Family with her shadow guard."
The Third Prince was taken aback and stood up abruptly, his teacup crashing to the floor and shattering into pieces. His eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you say?"
He grabbed the servant by the collar and shouted furiously, "Haven't those Death Servants made their move yet?"
The servant looked equally bewildered and shook his head. "Logically, they should have acted by now, but Yun Qingyu is still alive and appears to be unharmed."
The Third Prince's face darkened ominously, like a sky heavy with storm clouds, threatening to burst with rain.
Furrowing his brow, he was filled with confusion: Why was Yun Qingyu still alive? Even if she had survived, she should have been severely injured or poisoned.
The originally perfect plan was for the Eldest Princess to encounter trouble at the Wen Family, news of which would swiftly reach the Emperor like wings taking flight, leading to dire consequences for the Wen Family.
Tonight's celebration of Wen Xingyun's fiftieth birthday was supposed to mark her demise. But why had things deviated so drastically? What had gone wrong?
On the other side, at Wen's Mansion, Hong Yue was both shocked and furious. His face flushed as he looked at Wen Xingyun and shouted, "Lord Wen, what does this mean? Just because I refuse to apologize to Wen Zhan, she wants to raid my home? Does she even care about the law?"
Wen Xingyun was filled with worry and had no time to deal with this man who was about to face disaster. He coldly replied, "I am not Qingyun either; you should return to your residence quickly."
This was clearly an eviction order. However, Hong Yue, relying on his connection to the Empress Dowager and his powerful family, felt no sense of crisis. With a snort of anger, he stormed back home.
Although Wen Li was Wen Xingyun's most beloved legitimate son, for the sake of the easily attainable Minister of Revenue position, he had no choice but to make him suffer tonight.
Wen Xingyun's expression darkened, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes. He commanded loudly, "Bring Wen Li to the ancestral hall; administer family discipline."
He felt very Qingyun; Yun Qingyu needed to punish Wen Li in front of so many people. Only then could the other young masters understand the consequences of offending Yun Qingyu and learn to be cautious in their words and actions in the future.
Whether it was Wen Zhan or anyone else who entered the Princess Residence, since they were part of the Eldest Princess's circle, it was not for outsiders to humiliate or belittle them.
Wen Li could hardly believe that his father would resort to family discipline against him. His eyes widened in terror and confusion as he trembled and asked, "Father, what have I done wrong?"
For the first time, Wen Xingyun found his legitimate son so foolish. He looked coldly at Wen Li, disappointment filling his gaze. "Your mistake lies in being disrespectful to someone from the Princess Residence. No matter what Wen Zhan's status was before, he is now one of the Eldest Princess's people. You have offended her; shouldn't you be punished?"
With that, he turned and coldly scolded the guards, "What are you waiting for? Take the Eldest Son to the ancestral hall."
The guards, hearing the command, dared not hesitate for a moment. They rushed forward and seized the struggling Wen Li, dragging him toward the ancestral hall.
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