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Yun Qingyu flipped through the account book with an indifferent expression, a mocking smile curling at the corners of her mouth as she glanced at Hong Shangshu. Her tone was icy, "Lord Hong, you really haven't lost out in your role as Minister of Revenue these past few years."
After saying this, she turned to Hong Yue. "Hong Yue, do you remember what This Palace said? If you can hold your tongue for an hour, I will admire you."
At that moment, Hong Yue's gaze burned with fury, his eyes seeming to blaze as if they would consume Yun Qingyu. He stared at her fiercely and shouted, "Why? Why are you doing this?"
Yun Qingyu looked at him coldly, as if he were a petulant child. "Your father is guilty of corruption, and the evidence is irrefutable. Do I really need to explain why?"
However, Hong Yue believed that all of this stemmed from his failure to apologize to Wen Zhan. The pride and aloofness he had felt just an hour ago at Wen's Mansion had vanished, replaced by fear and despair.
For the sake of the Hong family's survival, Hong Yue finally came to his senses. He gritted his teeth and set aside the dignity he had clung to for so long. Slowly lowering his once-proud head, he trembled as he spoke to Yun Qingyu, "Eldest Princess, I... I am willing to kneel and apologize to Wen Zhan. Please spare the Hong family."
Yun Qingyu calmly replied, "No need for that. What This Palace intends to do has never been beyond reach."
With that, she handed the account book to the Imperial Guard Commander and methodically instructed, "Arrest everyone from the Hong family and carefully verify everything in the account book."
After making her arrangements, she turned and left for her residence.
Watching Yun Qingyu's retreating figure, Hong Yue felt as if all his strength had drained away. He involuntarily sank to his knees, murmuring to himself, "It's over; the Hong family is completely finished..."
At the Wen family estate, Wen Zhan experienced for the first time what it was like to enjoy Yun Qingyu's favor. It felt like being on cloud nine—exhilarating and delightful.
When Yun Qingyu returned after confiscating properties, he felt that sensation intensifying.
He thought to himself that if he didn't compete for her affection, he would be failing in his role as an Attendant.
After Yun Qingyu returned to Princess Manor with Xin Yao, Wen Zhan couldn't wait any longer and hurried over to seek an audience with her.
Yun Qingyu looked at his gentle and humble demeanor, pondering inwardly: What is this guy up to now?
She asked, "What brings you here?" Wen Zhan replied with lowered eyes, "Nothing special, just wanted to thank Your Highness for your support today. By the way... I also wanted to say a few words to you. How come you were so furious during the day for your friend, yet so indifferent at night?"
Yun Qingyu frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. "What do you want?"
Wen Zhan cleared his throat, looking somewhat shy. "I... I plan to compete for favor. Your Highness should get used to this situation in advance."
Xin Yao, listening nearby, couldn't help but think to herself, "Shameless."
Wen Zhan wanted to vie for attention but was met with rejection.
In the blink of an eye, on the princess's bed, the shadow guard Xin Yao was holding the princess and peacefully asleep.
When Yun Qingyu heard Wen Zhan refer to himself as "this humble one" for the first time in front of her, her expression momentarily paused, almost imperceptibly, as a complex look flashed in her eyes.
At that moment, Jing Lan entered with a bowl of dark, bitter-smelling medicine. Yun Qingyu gave a slight gesture, and Xin Yao understood and walked over to prepare to take the medicine.
Yun Qingyu coldly regarded Wen Zhan and said icily, "Your main task now is to prepare for your studies and face the upcoming Autumn Examination. Don't think about anything else."
Xin Yao obediently walked to Yun Qingyu's side but kept his gaze fixed on Wen Zhan, a hint of vigilance in his eyes. He silently picked up the medicine and drank it all in one go without even furrowing his brow.
Seeing this, Wen Zhan chuckled softly and nodded. "Since I am Your Highness's Attendant, I should behave like one. You must be tired from handling matters today; I will take my leave now."
Yun Qingyu watched Wen Zhan's departing figure with a slight frown, pondering inwardly: "What does it mean to behave like an Attendant? What should an Attendant be like?"
She unconsciously imagined a scene where several uniquely attractive Attendants flocked around vying for favor and couldn't help but shiver, thinking to herself: "I certainly don't want such a scene."
Suddenly, she pulled back her thoughts and looked at Xin Yao beside her, saying, "What are you standing there for? Go to sleep."
Now, Xin Yao had skillfully climbed into the princess's bed, expertly pulling the covers over himself.
However, his once cold heart began to stir, no longer so calm.
Initially, it felt as if there was an invisible barrier between them, but as Xin Yao's breathing gradually steadied, he reverted to his old behavior—shivering from the cold and instinctively curling up.
Then, like a moth searching for light in the darkness, he unconsciously sought warmth and tightly wrapped his arms around Yun Qingyu's waist, silently thinking, "Indeed, sleeping next to the princess keeps me warm; she is warmer than the blankets."
Over these days, Yun Qingyu had grown accustomed to falling asleep with Xin Yao holding her close. His unwavering loyalty made her feel completely at ease with him, and soon she drifted into a deep sleep.
But this time, after Yun Qingyu had fallen asleep, Xin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, a flicker of determination flashing within them.
He slowly raised his hand, a faint wisp of true energy flowing from his fingertips, gently brushing over Yun Qingyu's sleeping acupoint.
Xin Yao silently stared at Yun Qingyu for a long time, as if trying to imprint her features deeply in his mind, thinking to himself, "This should keep her from waking up for a while."
Afterward, Xin Yao carefully tucked the covers around Yun Qingyu before quickly putting on his shoes and moving to the window, silently pulling it open.
In an instant, he slipped away like a swift night hawk, merging seamlessly into the boundless darkness.
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