The second concubine looked towards the door and sneered, "What's the panic? If your father truly cared about Xie Lingqin and the Zong government, he would have gone there himself long ago. Why would he let Xie Lingxin go?"
"What does Mother mean?"
"The mere Zongzheng government is no longer the wealthy and powerful family it once was, a force to be reckoned with. Apart from some connections, it has no power or influence. Now, it has offended the princess, which, to put it bluntly, is a slap in the face to the royal family." The second concubine glanced at Xie Lingqin, feeling both pity and schadenfreude. "We can't fathom the Emperor and the princess's hearts. However, if Zongzheng government is in trouble, Xie Lingqin won't be any better off either. Even if things go wrong, we'll add fuel to the fire and make sure she doesn't prosper."
"Judging from Mother's words, it seems that she already has a plan in mind?"
Second Aunt laughed, "Your father has already come to see me, and his tone was much softer. He's lifted my confinement, but I'm now in charge of the household..."
"What about Aunt Wan? Has she made any statement?" Xie Lingqin asked, rubbing her knee as she spoke.
Only she knew how painful it was to kneel that night, especially since it was the Crown Prince who made her kneel as punishment. She couldn't understand whether the Crown Prince had any intention or not towards her. Fortunately, there was still Prince Yi. She could ask him about the Crown Prince's thoughts when she met him another day.
Prince Yi has feelings for her and will definitely help her.
“That little slut, Aunt Wan, came to pay her respects to me this morning. She was so meek and submissive, but she was no match for me.”
Upon hearing this, Xie Lingyu sneered, "She only obtained this power to manage the household with my help, so she wouldn't dare to act arrogantly or domineeringly."
"Yes, it is my greatest blessing to have given birth to such a lovely daughter as you. By the way, did the Prince Xian send you any messages today?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Lingqin's emotions, which had just calmed down, were stirred again. She looked at her second aunt's earnest gaze, then lowered her head again. "The rumors have spread, and he is still good to me, but he has never said anything about wanting to marry me in front of me."
"Don't worry." Second Aunt patted Xie Lingyu's hand gently. "Don't worry, Mother has her own way."
...
The incident of drunkenly beating the princess in the capital caused quite a stir, and it became a topic of quiet conversation in the streets and alleys.
Meanwhile, atop the high-rise building, two men stood languidly, holding wine glasses, like great figures looking down upon everything below.
"Seventh Princess, is that your sister?" Yu Qingyi asked, looking at the man beside her after taking a sip of her wine.
Yuwen Yao's lips curled into a mocking smile. "The royal family has no kinship."
"That's right. I remember, the Seventh Princess's birth mother seemed to have poisoned you. You were unconscious for a few days, I've forgotten. But later, she died."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Yao glanced at him suddenly and said, "Although you have been away from the capital all these years, you are still very clear about what is happening in the capital."
"You have the nerve to say that? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't bother with all this power struggles and backstabbing. I could live a carefree life anywhere, and I wouldn't have to come back and listen to my mother nagging me about marriage every day. You tell me how good I am to you, I..."
"bite."
Before Yu Qingyi could finish speaking, she heard a soft sound. She turned her head and saw that the man who had been sitting beside her had vanished without a trace. The wine cup and wine pot were left there, just like the man himself, standing proudly and elegantly, like a gentle breeze.
"Don't fall in love with me, my preferences are perfectly normal." Then, Yuwen Yao's voice, seemingly tinged with disdain, rang out.
Yu Qingyi...
His complexion darkened slightly.
"Who would fall in love with you? I am a handsome and dashing young master. Girls would line up for ages to catch up with me, and you still wouldn't get a second glance. You are really... really narcissistic."
"Pfft..." A burst of laughter came from the shadows, followed by a series of chuckles.
“Listening to the sea and the rain, you dare to laugh?” Yu Qingyi casually grabbed at the air, and a shadow immediately appeared.
Without saying a word, the two started fighting.
"Wow, Tinghai is so pitiful." Tingyu, being a woman, unconsciously nudged Tingfeng's arm, signaling him to look.
Tingfeng glanced at her, "Tinghai is fat."
Tingyu instantly understood, grinning from ear to ear, "Haha, that's right, Tinghai, you can use Fatty's Divine Skill to overpower Prince Yi, quick, quick, quick..."
Tingfeng glanced at Tingyu silently, then took a few steps back.
I honestly don't know her.
Meanwhile, Yuwen Yao watched this scene from afar for a while before finally turning his gaze away without any emotion. With that turn, he looked at the ground beneath his feet.
The glazed tiles gleamed under the moonlight...
So it was the Zong government.
Yuwen Yao's eyes flickered, and a smile just appeared on his lips before his gaze darkened again, and he disappeared into the shadows.
Meanwhile, dozens of men in black stormed into the Zong government building under cover of night and headed straight for Zong Zhengxu's house.
Like a cruel, silent light, yet its killing intent was palpable.
Yuwen Yao looked on, showing no intention of making a move whatsoever. He simply stared ahead as if he were looking at a lifeless object.
The other party came prepared, so naturally...
However, in the next instant, a strange light appeared in Yuwen Yao's eyes.
The swords that the exceptionally skilled men in black were about to thrust at suddenly slipped from their hands, and at the same time, a vast net was cast down, catching them all without lifting a finger.
As soon as the net was cast, the ground, which had been covered in lush grass and appeared completely normal, suddenly sprouted sharp thorns that pierced the bodies of dozens of men in black.
Under the cold moonlight, muffled groans rose and fell, and a faint fragrance of osmanthus permeated the air with a pungent smell of blood.
Zongzheng Xu walked out of the house with his hands behind his back. Tall and elegant, with exceptionally handsome features, he looked at the group of men in black trapped under the large net with a cold and dark expression. "Who sent you?"
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