So, Jiang Chuan, the personal attendant of Prince An, thought he knew his prince well and secretly added something to the medicine he took.

Lu Xiaoyun was unaware of Jiang Chuan's little tricks. Seeing that he took the medicine and went to Feixue Garden, she felt relieved, closed her eyes, and fell asleep soon after.

Jiang Chuan had just arrived at the entrance of Feixue Garden with the medicine when he heard the sound of things being smashed coming from inside. He thought that woman was up to her old tricks again, and his anger flared up instantly. He strode into the courtyard to scold her.

Then the fat woman came out of the house with a smug look on her face, and spat at the people inside as she came out.

"What's going on!" Jiang Chuan asked, frowning.

Upon seeing Jiang Chuan, the prince's inseparable favorite, the fat woman's fleshy face immediately broke into a smile: "Oh, isn't this Lord Jiang? What brings you here in person? What are His Highness Prince An's orders? You could have just sent a servant to call him; why bother coming all this way? This place is considered unlucky..."

Today, Fatty truly saw Prince An. Prince An was even more dashing and handsome than others had described. She thought of her own delicate and beautiful granddaughter.

She spent a lot of money to train him, and even made sure he knew a lot of characters.

Before entering Prince An's mansion, she was afraid of Prince An's ruthless nature, which made her really hesitant.

But today she saw it with her own eyes. Prince An was so handsome, and the backyard was so clean that there wasn't even a single concubine or anything like that.

As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold; she needed to find an opportunity to talk to the steward about whether her granddaughter could serve the prince with writing and calligraphy...

If one day she happens to catch the eye of Prince An and become his concubine...

Hehe, even a fat woman like me is happy just thinking about it.

Jiang Chuan slowed his pace, glanced at the tightly closed room, and instead of answering, asked, "Is that woman dead?"

When he came over with the prince, he could see clearly that the woman was seriously injured and hadn't taken any medicine. If she developed a high fever or something, whether she could survive the day was up to fate.

The fat woman glanced sideways into the room: "No, she's incredibly lucky! Lord Jiang, let me tell you, this Lu Xiaoyun is too unlucky. She caused the death of her birth mother at birth! And such a terrible thing happened on her wedding day with the prince, almost causing the prince to..."

"Ah, our old Duke Zhenguo was a good man, how could his daughter be so..."

"Our lady is kind-hearted, and she hasn't mistreated her at all these years, feeding her well every day. My little granddaughter is also kind-hearted, and she always tries to persuade her, but what does she do? She's truly a disgrace..."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense." Jiang Chuan interrupted the fat woman's chatter, tossing the medicine in his hand into hers. "This is the medicine the Prince ordered me to bring. Take it and give it to her."

The fat woman immediately took the medicine, her eyes lighting up. No wonder people say that even a blade of grass on the ground in Prince An's mansion is more precious than that of other people. Look at this small white jade porcelain bottle, it's flawless. The bottle alone is worth a lot of money, not to mention the medicine inside. It's definitely a good thing.

Bah! Giving such good medicine to this stupid woman is such a waste!

She'd rather throw it away than let her use it; she'd rather let her suffer!

So the fat woman simply stuffed it into her sleeve.

Jiang Chuan naturally saw it, but said nothing. As long as he delivered the medicine, it was none of his business whether it was used on her or not.

Besides, even if she did use it, the ingredients he added would be enough to make her suffer.

Jiang Chuan left without looking back. He didn't want to stay in this courtyard for even a quarter of an hour longer, just as the fat woman had said, it was bad luck.

Inside the room, Zhu Yu's face was as pale as the snow falling outside, and even breathing felt like being pricked by needles all over his body.

Although he had swapped bodies with Lu Xiaoyun, he still retained his hearing and naturally overheard Jiang Chuan's conversation with the fat woman.

It was a bit strange that Jiang would send the medicine, but Zhu Yu understood it after a little thought.

Lu Xiaoyun now possesses his body. Even though she has been playing dumb in the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion for the past eighteen years, how could a woman in the inner quarters possibly have the ability to deal with things inside and outside the court?

She sent the medicine because she wanted him to offer her advice behind the scenes.

Well, they're not so stupid as to be beyond redemption.

Zhu Yu knew that his injuries needed medicine to heal, so he called out in a deep voice, "Fatty, bring the medicine."

The fat woman slammed the door open without any politeness, walked to the bedside, and put her hands on her hips: "What medicine?"

Zhu Yu glanced at her sleeve, then stretched out her pale little hand in front of the fat woman: "The medicine that the Prince asked Jiang Chuan to bring is for me. How dare you embezzle it? This is the Prince An's residence. If you embezzle the Prince's property, do you not want your dog's life?"

"Ha, I don't understand what you're saying. Lord Jiang came to see if you were dead yet, so he could collect your body! What, Lu Xiaoyun, do you think the Prince cares about your life or death, and that Lord Jiang would personally deliver medicine to you? Dream on! If the Prince cared about you, why didn't he bring medicine when he first arrived, and why did he make Lord Jiang make a special trip? Who do you think you are?"

Zhu Yu was too lazy to waste words with her. He found the right angle and tugged. Before the fat woman could even see how he pulled her sleeve, the white jade porcelain bottle fell out of her sleeve.

Although Zhu Yu was half-lying on the bed, he easily caught the bottle in his hand.

The fat woman stared in disbelief: "You, you, how did you get it just now?"

Zhu Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, a chilling aura emanating from him: "Get out!"

Although the voice was low, at that moment, the fat woman felt a chill and murderous aura throughout her body, which almost spread to her chest and back, making her tremble slightly.

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