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Consort Duan could not bring herself to like Yun Qingyu. In her eyes, every action and behavior of Yun Qingyu filled her with dissatisfaction. Her brows often furrowed unconsciously, and a hint of disdain flickered in her eyes.
However, for the sake of her son's future, she buried this discontent deep within her heart and tried to make use of Yun Qingyu as much as possible. Yet, she was careful not to completely sever ties with her, maintaining the appearance of a seemingly harmonious mother-daughter relationship, as if walking on a tightrope, striving to keep the balance.
Upon hearing her son's confusion, Consort Duan's expression suddenly darkened, like clouds obscuring the sun.
Her brows knitted tightly together as she said, "Yun Qingyu's temperament is inherently unpredictable; what good does it do for you to be angry here? Besides, Wen Xingyun is ultimately one of us; you know this well."
The Fifth Prince understood the stakes involved but could not help but complain. He abruptly stood up and began pacing back and forth, worry and dissatisfaction evident in his eyes. "Mother, how can we properly utilize Yun Qingyu when she is so unruly and reckless?"
Consort Duan, however, chuckled confidently, a slight smile playing on her lips as a glint of calculation flashed in her eyes—like a cunning old fox.
"I have my own plans."
She knew well that Yun Qingyu had a fondness for handsome men; in her view, Yun Qingyu was merely a lovesick fool blinded by beauty.
Thus, she intended to betroth Yun Qingyu to Ling Jing. This way, she could control Yun Qingyu through Ling Jing, much like tying an unruly bird with a string.
With this thought in mind, she lifted her chin slightly and instructed a palace maid, "Go summon the Eldest Princess to the palace." Her voice was not loud but carried an undeniable authority.
Before long, Yun Qingyu entered the palace and was led by the palace maid to an exquisite pavilion. "Princess Consort, please wait a moment."
The palace maid bowed respectfully before retreating with light footsteps, silent as a whisper.
Yun Qingyu sat calmly on the stone bench, slightly lifting her skirt as she settled down. In her heart, she pondered, "Is Consort Duan calling me to the palace to discuss Wen Xingyun's appointment as Minister of Revenue, or is it about Lu Mingzhan's dismissal?"
Her gaze was deep, like a bottomless lake.
Suddenly, a melodious yet somewhat grating voice interrupted her thoughts. "Princess Consort."
Yun Qingyu slowly raised her eyes to see Ling Jing staring directly at her, his gaze so intense that it made her uncomfortable.
The smile on his face appeared particularly bright yet insincere to Yun Qingyu, resembling a mask painted on his features, devoid of warmth.
"Are you waiting for Consort Duan?" Ling Jing asked as he approached her with a light step, his smile unwavering, as if glued to his face.
Yun Qingyu quickly recalled that Ling Jing was the legitimate son of the Lin Family's Second Branch, making him her cousin. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of impatience flickered in her eyes.
She remained silent, merely observing Ling Jing with an icy stare that felt like two sharp blades.
Yet Ling Jing acted as if they were well acquainted, casually stepping closer and saying, "Consort Duan won't be coming. Aunt wishes to betroth you to me, and I wanted to meet you in advance."
He paused for a moment, a subtle arrogance flashing in his eyes as he lifted his chin slightly. He continued, "I hope that after our marriage, you can dismiss those attendants in the back courtyard of Princess Manor. Although I know you haven't crossed any boundaries with them, the mere existence of such relationships exceeds what is deemed acceptable."
His gaze sharpened, scrutinizing her like a judge examining a criminal.
Yun Qingyu had no intention of engaging with him. To her, speaking another word or giving him even a glance would be a waste of her time when faced with someone she found distasteful upon their first meeting.
She looked at Ling Jing coldly, her eyes devoid of any warmth, like an iceberg radiating waves of chill.
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