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"What does Miss Shen think?"

The Empress's voice suddenly rang out in the hall, startling Shen You so much that she trembled.

She felt her back was soaked with cold sweat, and the handkerchief in her hand was almost crumpled to pieces.

Shen Quemin was about to speak to defuse the situation when the Empress gently raised her hand, causing the jade bracelet on her wrist to clink together with a clear, crisp sound.

"Grand Secretary, there's no need to rush. Let You'er speak for herself."

She turned to Shen You, her gaze as loving as spring water:

"I remember that when you were a child, you loved eating the candied plums from the Imperial Kitchen and would ask for some every time you came to the palace."

As the Empress spoke, she lightly tapped the armrest of the phoenix chair with her fingertips. "Once, by sheer coincidence, we ran into Yao'er. At that time, Yao'er was growing up, and you two were fighting fiercely over a plate of pastries."

A few soft laughs echoed in the hall. Crown Prince Ruiyao's ears turned red, and he called out softly, "Mother!"

"Alright, alright, you're all grown up now, you can't say that to me."

The Empress covered her mouth and chuckled, but a sharp glint flashed in her eyes. "However, when they grow up, they have to get married."

Her tone suddenly turned serious as she changed the subject:

"Daughter of the Shen family, are you willing to take the position of Crown Princess?"

Although it was a question, it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Shen You raised her eyes and looked at the Emperor and Empress in the hall.

The Emperor and Empress's eyes were filled with eager anticipation, but her heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

In an instant, all sorts of memories flooded my mind.

The person who meticulously taught her how to conduct herself in society and imparted all his knowledge to her, the person whose eyes held hidden emotions, the person who compared her to the lone moon in the night sky... Memories of the past with him flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, leaving her with unsettled emotions.

For a moment, I was overwhelmed with a thousand thoughts and a mix of emotions.

After a long while, Shen You slowly bent her knees:

“You’re willing.”

The incense in the hall suddenly became pungent, and Xiao Ran felt a tightness in her throat.

She saw the Crown Prince's clenched fist, Shen Quemin's satisfied gaze, and the phoenix ring symbolizing power on the Empress's fingertip.

It turns out that all of this was a pre-arranged scheme.

Xiao Ran suddenly remembered her past life.

At that time, in the Imperial Garden, I happened to overhear the argument between the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince.

The fourth prince said, "Don't you want to take a bite of the Shen family's fat meat, elder brother?" The crown prince sneered, "I'm afraid I'll bite the bone and break my teeth."

At this moment, she finally understood the deeper meaning behind the Fourth Prince's words. The Shen family's choice of sides was never a simple marriage alliance, but a crucial step in the struggle for the throne.

A crisp sound of porcelain shattering came from outside the hall, interrupting Xiao Ran's thoughts.

She saw something slip from the corner of Shen You's eye as she bowed, but she didn't dare to raise her hand to wipe it away.

It turns out that in this power struggle, everyone is a pawn.

Even the coldest moon cannot escape the fate of being obscured by dark clouds.

"Okay! Okay!"

The emperor clapped his hands and laughed loudly, his voice like a booming bell, causing the candlelight in the hall to flicker.

He was overjoyed, his eyes crinkling with laughter, and even the memorials on his desk seemed less troubling.

"I will have the Imperial Household Department hold a grand wedding for Yao'er and You'er!"

Then he turned to the Empress and asked, "What does the Empress think?"

The Empress smiled slightly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her phoenix eyes:

"Your Majesty is right. I remember there are still a few bolts of fine brocade in the storeroom, which are perfect for making a wedding dress for You'er."

She turned to Shen You, her tone gentle.

"When the time comes, we'll have the best embroiderers from the Imperial Wardrobe come, and we'll make sure our You'er enters the Eastern Palace in style."