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While teaching the piano to Xin Yao, Yun Qingyu paused and looked at the Eunuch who had come on imperial orders. She said, "Go pay respects to Consort Duan. Is this the Emperor's intention?"
The Eunuch nodded respectfully. "Indeed, it is the Emperor's wish. This servant would not dare to lie."
Yun Qingyu couldn't help but speculate about the Emperor's meaning. He mentioned paying respects to Consort Duan, rather than using the term 'mother consort,' which clearly indicated a sense of distance.
After pondering for a moment, she asked the Eunuch, "Has the Fifth Prince been punished since returning to the palace?"
The Eunuch replied respectfully, "The Emperor decreed fifty strikes as punishment. When I came here, he was still being punished."
Yun Qingyu immediately understood and said, "You return and inform the Emperor that it is too late today. Tell him that this palace will pay respects to Consort Duan first thing tomorrow morning."
After the Eunuch left, Yun Qingyu sighed, thinking to herself: Consort Duan is someone who cannot tolerate grievances. Arranging for me to meet her now will only tear open old wounds and escalate conflicts.
The Emperor truly seems unwilling to keep the Ling Family around any longer; he is quite ruthless.
"Jing Lan, go fetch Hong Yu."
When Hong Yu was called over, he was particularly cheerful and asked, "Your Highness, did you summon me at this hour because you want me to attend to your bedchamber?"
Yun Qingyu shot him a glance and replied, "What are you filling that little head of yours with? Is it all about serving your Highness?"
Hong Yu laughed joyfully, his tone serious as he said, "If your Highness wants me to attend to you, I can prepare right away. I'll pick some fresh flowers for a bath and make myself smell delightful."
Yun Qingyu raised a hand to his forehead, quickly interrupting Hong Yu's incessant chatter. "You need to go to the Ling Family with Xin Yao."
Hong Yu's voice faltered as he turned to look at Xin Yao, who stood beside Yun Qingyu. "What do we need to go to the Ling Family for?"
Yun Qingyu replied, "To retrieve the keys from the Ling Family's storeroom."
Pouting, Hong Yu playfully protested, "But I'm as helpless as a kitten."
Yun Qingyu chuckled and said, "Yun Tianzheng offended This Palace today and received fifty strokes in the palace. Do you want to end up like him?"
Hong Yu dropped the playful act and took a couple of steps back. "I don’t want to go with Xin Yao. I can go by myself. Once I get the keys and come back, won't you be able to pamper me more, Your Highness?"
Yun Qingyu remained silent while Xin Yao looked at him coldly, nearly losing control and wanting to toss Hong Yu out. Hong Yu continued to plead, "Your Highness deserves a reward for your efforts; surely you wouldn’t let me work for nothing?"
After a moment of contemplation, Yun Qingyu said, "If you are unwilling to go, then This Palace will go with Xin Yao."
Upon hearing this, Hong Yu immediately changed his tune, declaring his loyalty. "Who said I’m unwilling? I would gladly risk my life for you, charging into danger without hesitation! After all, you are such a beautiful and kind little fairy!"
He shot a glare at Xin Yao and added, "Let’s go. That annoying guy hogs all your affection; it’s really irritating."
Xin Yao bowed respectfully and turned to leave with Hong Yu.
Watching the two depart, Yun Qingyu felt a sudden impulse and decided to follow them outside.
It had been a long time since she last visited Wutong Courtyard. Ever since Lu Mingzhan was dismissed, she had only come once, and that time she was stopped by Hong Yu, who wanted to shield her from the dirty sights.
Now, curiosity piqued her interest. What kind of painting was Xin Yao referring to? She never expected to witness such a scene.
In the spacious courtyard, Shen Zhongjing lounged in a chair with his legs crossed, holding a whip in his hand. He lazily commanded, "Little slave, crawl over here."
Yun Qingyu paused in his steps. There, he saw Ling Jing, shackled with heavy chains around his neck and limbs. Gone was the proud demeanor he once held; now he crawled on the ground in a pitiful state, completely tamed.
The Shadow Guardian regarded Yun Qingyu as everything, even extending into some deeper feelings.
Yet Yun Qingyu found himself confused by the notion of affection. Ling Jing's current miserable state was entirely of his own making.
Yun Qingyu coldly observed this Legitimate Son of the Ling Family, who took pleasure in tormenting others. It was astonishing how quickly Ling Jing had been subdued, losing all remnants of his former pride.
Yun Lingchuan approached from the corridor and spotted Yun Qingyu standing at the entrance of the courtyard. He spoke softly, "Your Highness, what brings you here?"
Yun Lingchuan scanned the surroundings with a hint of confusion.
In the past, Xin Yao had always been right by the prince's side. Seeing him alone now struck Yun Lingchuan as odd, and he pondered silently: Has Xin Yao gone on a mission?
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