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Yun Lingchuan let out a helpless sigh, tinged with a hint of teasing, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Your Majesty was so busy with state affairs during your reign that you missed out on the pleasures of the three palaces and six courtyards. Now, Your Highness can make up for that regret."
Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyu snapped back to attention, her brows knitting together like two small mountains rising. She exclaimed sharply, "Impudent!"
Her voice carried an air of authority, resonating through the room like a thunderous bell. Yun Lingchuan felt a jolt of surprise; his body trembled as he quickly knelt down, the sound of his knees hitting the ground echoing in the silence. He lowered his head in apology. "Subordinate spoke carelessly; please forgive me, Your Highness."
He bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the ground, not daring to show any defiance. His body quivered slightly, filled with trepidation.
Seeing him as a fellow townsman who had always been loyal, Yun Qingyu chose not to dwell on the matter. She raised her hand gracefully. "Get up."
Then she proceeded to ask him several questions, her gaze scrutinizing.
Meanwhile, in the palace, Consort Lu was complaining to the Emperor. "Your Majesty, today Qingyu went up and down the mountain with Yiling. When they returned, Qingyu was perfectly fine, but Yiling was terrified. I truly cannot help but worry."
As she spoke, she dabbed at nonexistent tears with a handkerchief, gently wiping around her eyes while her expression flickered with grievance and anger, revealing a hint of malice.
The Emperor merely frowned slightly, his brow furrowing as he calmly replied, "That seems unlikely. Qingyu is not someone who would bully her sister. Please calm down; I will summon Qingyu to clarify this matter."
His gaze was deep and wise, as if he could see through everything. He had his own judgment about the situation and maintained a composed demeanor.
Consort Lu trembled slightly as if she had heard something unbelievable. Her body stiffened for a moment as she widened her eyes in disbelief at the Emperor's words. What did he mean by saying that Yun Qingyu was not someone who would bully her sister?
With Yun Qingyu's violent temperament, what was there that she wouldn't do? A flicker of dissatisfaction and resentment crossed her eyes as her lips quivered slightly.
The Emperor believed he understood this daughter quite well.
He thought to himself: the Seventh Daughter, although her temper was not the best, likely due to her innate martial prowess, always acted in a manner more befitting a man—bold and straightforward.
Even when conflicts arose, she generally wouldn’t bully weaker girls unless provoked; in that case, it would be a death wish for the other party. His gaze grew resolute, as if he had already made a decision.
Thus, regarding Consort Lu's words, the Emperor held a half-believing attitude and immediately commanded someone to summon Yun Qingyu to the palace.
Then, turning to Consort Lu, he spoke calmly, “Do not worry; I will summon the Imperial Physician shortly to inquire in detail. If it’s just shock, a few days of good rest should suffice; there shouldn’t be any major issues.”
His tone was indifferent, as if the Sixth Princess’s condition was not serious at all, like he was discussing an ordinary matter.
Consort Lu's expression stiffened slightly, a flicker of dissatisfaction and resentment flashing in her eyes, as if flames were burning within. She thought: My daughter is lying in bed, terrified, and yet the Emperor speaks so lightly of it as if it were nothing serious—how disheartening.
But she dared not defy the Emperor; instead, she bit her lip and stood silently by, seething with anger, her hands clenched tightly into fists.
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