This kind of aura, Fatty has only ever felt from two other people in her life.

One is Zhu Yu, the Prince of An, who threw Lu Xiaoyun into the water three days ago; the other is the Duke of Zhenguo, who died in childbirth eighteen years ago.

But now, she felt it in this frail, seemingly useless Lu Xiaoyun, who looked like she would die at any moment.

The house was too eerie, so the fat woman quickly left.

Zhu Yu ripped open his clothes to apply the medicine, but when he saw the peaks of her breasts and her fair, jade-like skin, his pupils contracted sharply, his eyes closed immediately, and his originally pale face flushed crimson, even the tips of his ears turned pink.

He was so angry that he wanted to throw the white jade porcelain in his hand away.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Yu closed his eyes and applied the medicine to himself.

However, as soon as the powder was sprinkled on the wound, Zhu Yu gasped several times in pain, and the wound that was covered with the powder felt like it was burning.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his pale forehead.

He suddenly opened his eyes, ignoring the scenery before him, and went to check the medicine in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yu immediately threw the bottle away, and the white jade porcelain bottle shattered instantly.

Lu Xiaoyun, that vicious woman!

She wasn't satisfied with just killing him, was she? So she resorted to such clumsy methods to deal with him!

They were so despicable as to add chili powder to the medicine powder!

He thought she had a brain, but he never expected her to have a heart of a snake!

But apart from the broken tables and chairs scattered around the room, there was no water. At this moment, he was too weak to get up and fetch water to wash his wounds.

Cold sweat dripped down Zhu Yu's forehead. He was so angry that his chest ached, his forehead quickly became hot, and he gradually felt dizzy.