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However, Ling Jing's words struck Yun Qingyu as utterly ridiculous, causing her lips to curl into a slight smirk as she let out a scoff.
She lifted her head slightly, her indifferent gaze piercing like a cold blade directed straight at Ling Jing, radiating an air of superiority and unabashed mockery. Her tone dripped with disdain, "Are you speaking to This Palace?"
Her voice was not loud, yet it carried an undeniable authority, each word seeming to be squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Ling Jing's expression stiffened, his body momentarily frozen as if under a spell. He truly did not expect such a reaction from Yun Qingyu.
But he quickly regained his composure, nodding slowly and raising his chin with an arrogant demeanor as he replied, "I am indeed speaking to the Princess Consort."
Yun Qingyu's eyes instantly turned icy, resembling a chilling winter lake that struck fear into the heart. She spoke each word deliberately, her voice like a cold wind from the depths of hell, piercing and frigid: "Since you know This Palace is the Eldest Princess, shouldn't you be kneeling at This Palace's feet right now? Do you need This Palace to teach you manners?"
As she spoke, she leaned slightly forward, intensifying the pressure in her gaze.
Ling Jing's expression shifted subtly, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes. His gaze became somewhat unfocused, but he quickly forced himself to appear calm and composed. He bowed slowly, performing what seemed like a respectful yet utterly perfunctory gesture: "Subject Ling Jing pays respects to the Princess Consort. I naturally need to observe the rites between ruler and subject; however, I must remind the Eldest Princess that upon marriage one follows their husband..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a piercing scream erupted from his mouth.
It turned out that Xin Yao had appeared like a ghost without anyone noticing; he could not stand those who were ignorant of proper etiquette.
In an instant, Xin Yao moved like lightning, reaching Ling Jing's side and delivering a precise kick to his knee pit. The motion was so practiced it was astonishing, as if he had rehearsed it countless times.
Ling Jing was forcibly subdued in this manner and fell to his knees with a thud, the impact echoing dully against the ground.
Ling Jing knelt on the ground, his face pale and veins bulging on his forehead. His eyes were filled with anger and humiliation. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to curse, but he knew he couldn't act rashly at that moment. He had to swallow his fury, yet the hatred in his gaze intensified, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes.
Yun Qingyu cast a cold glance at him, her disdain evident, as if she were looking at a repulsive bug. "Have you crossed the threshold of the Lin family? Do you want to go back and look in the mirror? How many attendants in this palace have nothing to do with you? You have no right to teach me how to run this palace. If you don't want to end up like Lu Mingzhan, then behave yourself and remember your place. Don't delude yourself into thinking you can claim the title of Eldest Princess or Consort; you have no chance of that. Kneel here for half an hour as punishment for your arrogance and rudeness."
With that, she flicked her sleeve slightly and walked away, each step radiating an undeniable resolve.
Xin Yao noticed that Ling Jing was not one to obey easily. Before leaving, he swiftly pointed at several acupoints on Ling Jing's body with fingers that moved like lightning, so fast it was dazzling. These acupoints acted like a timed lock, rendering Ling Jing unable to break free, forcing him to remain kneeling.
Ling Jing watched Yun Qingyu's retreating figure, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, as if he were trying to crush bones.
A sickly smile gradually appeared on his face, and a mad glint flickered in his eyes—a look that sent chills down one's spine. "A woman of noble status, fierce temperament, and stunning beauty—conquering such a woman is truly challenging, isn't it?"
He murmured to himself, the smile at the corner of his mouth twisting further, as if he could already envision Yun Qingyu tamed by him. The image was somewhat terrifying, like a demon emerging from the darkness.
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