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The Male Slave Uprising was something Wen Tian had anticipated long ago. Men and women have different physical structures, and men are inherently stronger. Long-term oppression can easily lead to a backlash. Moreover, it was said that every few years, this so-called uprising would stir up trouble, but this time the situation was a bit more complicated.
Unfortunately, her Sister Wang was preoccupied with personal matters. Even with the imperial decree issued, she refused to return and lead the troops into battle, instead coming to plead with Wen Tian every day.
For the sake of the overall situation, she understood the need for sacrifices. The problem was that it wasn't Wen Tian who was unwilling to release Tang Zhiyun; rather, he himself refused to leave out of fear for his father's safety.
Despite her repeated assurances, he remained skeptical, leaving her feeling frustrated and helpless.
"Sister Wang, you promised me you would release Tang Zhiyun, yet a month has passed and you remain untrustworthy, still keeping him confined in the palace. Why is that?" Just as she spoke of him, Ju Xiang entered Feng Chen Hall, her clear voice only adding to Wen Tian's annoyance.
"Impudent!" Wen Tian slammed the table in anger to assert her authority. "Ju Xiang, do you think you can speak so boldly? Do you still regard me as your superior?"
These days, not only Wen Tian but also Ju Xiang had been pushed to her limits. Watching her beloved trapped in the palace and possibly reduced to someone else's favored servant left her with no patience.
"I do not dare to speak so boldly; however, this matter was promised by Sister Wang first. Given the current situation, how can I not feel distressed? Furthermore, Tang Zhiyun and I share a deep bond; we have already pledged ourselves to one another. Sister Wang, you are forcibly taking away my beloved."
As Ju Xiang's words grew more outrageous, Wen Tian's expression darkened. She coldly replied, "How ridiculous! You two have no formal engagement or ceremony; how can Tang Zhiyun be considered yours? All this talk of shared feelings and lifelong pledges is merely your own fabrication—there is no proof or evidence to support it. Moreover, in this world, does anything belong to anyone but my land? Everything still belongs to me! If I desire Tang Zhiyun, then I shall have him; do you think I cannot make that decision?"
Ju Xiang's eyes widened in disbelief. She gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "I do not dare."
Just as she managed to dismiss a major headache, Yu Huan rushed in with an anxious expression. "Your Majesty, something has happened to Tang Zhiyun."
Wen Tian felt a lump rise in her throat upon hearing this. "He truly cannot stay out of trouble; what has happened this time?"
Since that night, Wen Tian had been avoiding Tang Zhiyun. Was it fear? She couldn't quite say; her heart was simply not at peace anymore.
"It's Yuan'er," Yu Huan said.
Wen Tian had some recollection of this person; she was a favored servant of the slutty Queen. It was hard to say how she had managed to ingratiate herself so well, but she was deeply loved by the slutty Queen and held considerable influence in the harem, spoiled and difficult to deal with.
Hastily, Wen Tian made her way to Tang Zhiyun's Yuquan Palace. Ever since he had chosen to stay behind, he had moved out of Jing Qiu Palace and had been living here.
From a distance, Wen Tian spotted their figures standing at the palace gate. The distance was too great to hear the content of their argument, but as she drew closer, she saw Yuan'er, her face flushed with anger, actually push Tang Zhiyun into the lake.
"Smack!"
Wen Tian's heart lurched violently; the splash of water felt like a heavy blow striking her heart.
Tang Zhiyun struggled to surface, his face breaking through the water as he gasped for air. A sudden pain gripped his chest, and as he fought for breath, his body spasmed a few times before gradually sinking beneath the lake's surface.
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