Li Feng was also quite frightened. Why would the Imperial Concubine want to execute Lord Feng? Why?

She looked at Wu Chuan and Zhu Yu with concern and asked urgently, "Lord Wu, why did Consort Duan want to execute Lord Feng? What happened?"

Zhu Yu also looked at Wu Chuan with a cold and deep gaze. His mother would not execute the commander of his secret guards for no reason, as he held an official position.

Wu Chuan felt as if he were being watched by his master, and a chill ran down his spine. He immediately reported the truth.

"Her Highness Consort Duan somehow learned that the Emperor took you, the Princess Consort, to Ganlu Temple yesterday and only returned to the mansion today. So she had Zhang Mama summon the Commander to Yunmei Garden and forced him to tell Her Highness Consort everything about the Emperor's departure from the mansion these past two days."

Wu Chuan briefly explained the situation to Zhu Yu: "Your Highness, as you know, the people Consort Duan brought from the palace are extremely skilled in execution, even surpassing those in the army..."

The rest was self-explanatory; Zhu Yu understood immediately.

His face had turned ashen. What was his mother trying to do?!

She strode outside: "Come, follow me, Your Highness."

Li Feng's face turned deathly pale, and she grabbed Zhu Yu's arm: "But, but, Miss, Consort Duan doesn't like you at all. If you go there, you might not only fail to save Lord Feng, but she might also be beaten along with you. You're still injured, what if you get beaten? What, what will we do?"

If the young lady were to suffer a few blows, she might not even be able to save her life.

Zhu Yu looked at Li Feng and said calmly, "So what? Have Consort Duan beat Feng Yan to death?"

Li Feng's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he immediately loosened his grip on Zhu Yu's hand: "Hit, kill him?"

Wu Chuan nodded to Li Feng: "It's said to be eighty strokes of the military rod, but that kind of beating is equivalent to two hundred strokes in the army. Even if the commander doesn't die, his martial arts skills will be completely ruined."

"Ah, this, how can this be? Lord Feng is the Prince's man." Li Feng was also quite frightened. She thought that at most, Consort Duan would give Lord Feng a few lashes, but she would never use such a heavy hand.

Zhu Yu walked hurriedly toward Yunmei Garden with a gloomy expression.

Wu Chuan looked at the "princess" striding forward and scratched his head. He felt that this princess was different from the one on the wedding day. Not only was she cold and aloof, with an unapproachable demeanor, but she was also decisive and efficient in her actions, somewhat like their master.

Could this be what they call "couples looking alike"? It's only been a few days, that's too fast!

He thought that since his master treated the princess so badly, almost drowning her on their wedding day and leaving her in such a dilapidated courtyard, and since almost no one in the manor, including Consort Duan, had ever given her a kind look, she would never be willing to step forward to save her.

Today, I came to beg her to save Feng Yan, which would have required some persuasion, but I didn't expect the princess to agree so readily.

Moreover, the fact that he left in such a hurry shows that he truly cares about his master.

This princess is much better than Ren Yong'an, the legitimate daughter of the Left Prime Minister.

Zhu Yu's bracelet score quietly decreased by three points.

He pursed his lips slightly.

The three hurried towards Yunmei Garden.

Li Feng had no time to pay attention to whether her young lady's walking posture was correct or whether her steps were big enough, and she jogged after him.

Upon arriving at Yunmei Courtyard, they saw Feng Yan lying face down on the torture bench, his back a bloody mess, unconscious from the pain, with a large pool of blood on the ground.

But the blows landing on Feng Yan's back did not stop.

Consort Duan sat on the chaise longue that the servants had moved to the corridor, indifferently fiddling with the nail guards on her hands.

Zhu Yu's face was extremely gloomy. He took a step forward and grabbed the stick that was about to fall on Feng Yan's back with his uninjured left hand.

The stick struck with tremendous force, almost numbing Zhu Yu's entire left hand and causing him to stumble back a step. However, he quickly regained his balance and coldly said, "Let go!"

Although the eunuch who carried out the execution knew that Consort Duan disliked this princess extremely, her title of "princess" was still valid, and just an hour ago, the prince had personally carried her back to Feixue Garden, so she had probably already caught the prince's eye.

Seeing her try to take it, he immediately let go and took several steps back.

When Li Feng saw Feng Yan, she turned as white as paper with fright. She squatted down in front of Feng Yan, her hands trembling, not daring to touch him even slightly, as if she was afraid that he would die if she touched him even slightly.

"Lord Feng, wake up! What's wrong? Waaah, Lord Feng..."

"Lu Xiaoyun, what are you doing! What are you? What right do you have to tell me how to deal with the servants!" Consort Duan shouted angrily, slamming her hand heavily on the low table beside her.

The teacup on the low table wobbled a few times.

Zhu Yu slammed the stick he was holding to the ground with a loud thud. Despite the throbbing pain in his left hand, he remained expressionless, staring at Consort Duan with an icy gaze and saying, "I want to ask Your Highness, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill Feng Yan?"

Consort Duan looked at Zhu Yu with eyes that seemed to be poisoned. She loathed this woman. If it weren't for Yu'er's words that she shouldn't send her people to Feixue Garden anymore and shouldn't cause her any more trouble, she would have found an excuse to kill her long ago.

Unexpectedly, things have developed to this point, and Yu'er has become increasingly kind to her. Yesterday, he even took her out of the manor and personally carried her back to the manor.

She wanted nothing more than to tear this wretched woman apart: "Hmph, so what? She's just a servant. I can kill her if I want, it's none of your business!"

"A servant? Ha, Your Highness, what a big mouth you have! Feng Yan is the commander of Prince An's secret guards, a third-rank official, yet you call him a servant!" Is his mother simply stupid and ignorant, or is she doing it on purpose?

"Hmph, so what if he's a third-rank official! Does he think he's more important than me, a mere Imperial Concubine? No matter his rank, he's still just a dog of the Zhu family of the Great Zhou!"

Zhu Yu trembled with rage. Feng Yan had risked his life with him and saved him from the brink of death on the battlefield several times. Every one of the secret guards had a life-or-death bond with him. Rather than saying that he was their master and subordinate, he was more like their brother. Yet his mother actually called him a dog of the Zhu family!

They could easily take their lives.

How could she do that!

Zhu Yu stared intently at Consort Duan: "Even if you are a consort, you must have a reason to punish someone. I don't know what mistake Feng Yan made that warrants such a severe punishment from you, Consort Duan. Please explain yourself!"

Consort Duan naturally couldn't reveal that she had forced Feng Yan to disclose Prince An's whereabouts. Pointing at the eunuchs and maids standing to the side, some supporting and others drooling, she spoke coldly.

"I am a Noble Consort. For him to lay a hand on my servants is disrespectful to me, disrespectful to the royal family, and a blatant disregard for imperial authority. How dare he rebel!"

"Even if the Empress Dowager and the Emperor were here today, if I were to execute him, neither the Emperor nor the Empress Dowager would utter a single word of dissent!"