Just as Physician Jiang finished his shift and was about to return home, he was pulled out of his carriage by Wu Chuan, a secret guard from Prince An's residence, who rode up at breakneck speed.

Physician Jiang was jostled around so much that he was completely disoriented, and his official hat was askew.

"Oh dear, what an insult to scholarship, what an insult to scholarship!" The old man got off Wu Chuan's back and started cursing as he straightened his clothes and hat.

Lu Xiaoyun came out of the house and cupped her hands in greeting to Physician Jiang: "Please, Physician Jiang, examine Feng Yan's injuries for me."

Feng Yan, the former commander of the secret guards who followed Prince An and was formerly known as An Yi, was not only recognized by Physician Jiang, but also had his life saved.

Several years ago, when Imperial Physician Jiang was returning to his hometown of Xinyang with his servants, they were robbed by bandits on the way. Some of his servants were killed, and others were injured. At this time, Prince An was returning to Shengjing with more than 500 soldiers as escorts. It was Feng Yan who saved him from the bandits' blades.

Physician Jiang immediately took the medicine box from Wu Chuan and went into the next room.

When he saw Feng Yan lying on the bed with his back covered in blood and flesh and unconscious, he was really shocked. He had seen Feng Yan's martial arts skills. Not to mention that he could take on a hundred people, it would not be easy for dozens of people to get close to him. Who could have injured him so badly!

The fat woman didn't dare to breathe loudly at this moment, only watching the commotion from afar. She said to her granddaughter Yan'er, whose white neck was exposed, "Go and find out what happened. Is that bitch dead?"

Yan'er blinked, a smile she couldn't hide on her face: "Okay, Grandmother, just wait for the good news."

Yan'er arrived silently at Zhu Yu's door. Just as she was about to enter, Lu Xiaoyun cast a cold glance at her. So much had happened in the past two days that she had forgotten about this little girl who was trying to seduce her.

Startled by Lu Xiaoyun's gaze, Yan'er immediately stopped in her tracks: "Your Highness, this servant has come to see if there is anything I can do for you?"

"Get out!" Lu Xiaoyun slammed the door shut.

Yan'er was startled. The previous two times the prince had treated her fairly gently, so why was he so angry this time?

That despicable bitch Lu Xiaoyun must have instigated this in front of the prince!

However, she also saw a petite woman lying on the huge canopy bed in the room, covered in blood. The quack doctor named Lu Yuyan, whom the prince had brought back that morning, was cutting the back of her clothes with scissors, and the skin and flesh under the clothes were already exposed.

snort.

He's probably dying soon.

Even if she doesn't die, how can a prince tolerate a woman whose body has been seen naked by a man?

Yan'er, who was still in shock from being frightened by "Prince An", immediately perked up and happily walked towards the fat woman.

The fat woman eagerly grabbed Yan'er, her eyes, now barely slits, brimming with undisguised laughter, and asked, "How is it? Is that little slut dying yet?"

That fool! She saw it herself: the prince's bodyguards came to her, asking her to rescue someone from Consort Duan's clutches, and she actually went.

Hmph, who does she think she is? Does she think Consort Duan will listen to her?

See? She got beaten up. Even if she dies, it's because she was stupid enough to die.

Yan'er nodded: "Soon. Not only that, I also saw that man named Lu Yuyan taking off Lu Xiaoyun's clothes, right in front of His Highness Prince An."

The fat woman's eyes widened, but no matter how much she stared, her slit-like eyes only looked ferocious: "Wh-what? Immoral, shameless, and despicable! This slut has no shame."

"So, Grandmother, let's just wait and see what happens. Maybe we won't even have to lift a finger."

The grandfather and grandson took a deep breath of fresh air and felt completely refreshed.

Inside the room, Lu Yuyan used silver needles to seal Zhu Yu's heart meridian, then took out medicine and stuffed it into Zhu Yu's mouth, finally stopping the bleeding from the wound on his back.

He then took scissors and cut open the clothes on his body that were stuck to his wounds, revealing the injuries on his back.

After cutting open the clothes, Lu Xiaoyun and Lu Yuyan both gasped when they saw the injury on Zhu Yu's back.

His back was a bloody mess, almost no part of it intact. The stick struck his back, blood sticking to his undergarments, and with each blow, it tore off layers of skin and flesh clinging to the clothes.

In severe cases, the bone can even be seen.

Lu Xiaoyun gripped the mattress tightly with both hands, her face so dark it seemed like ink was about to drip from it.

Consort Duan, how could you be so wicked!

Lu Yuyan said, "That's ruthless. Consort Duan is planning to kill him. If she continues to beat him like this, he will surely die in less than five strokes."

Just then, Li Feng came in carrying hot water. Lu Xiaoyun asked, "How many blows did he take?"

With tears still wet on his face, Li Feng looked at the bloody mess on the back of the "Miss" on the bed. His throat churned, and he felt so nauseous that he almost suffocated. Unable to stand, he knelt down with a thud.

She choked back tears as she said, "Ten strokes, Miss suffered ten strokes. She had already fainted on the second stroke, but Consort Duan forbade the two eunuchs who were carrying out the punishment to stop."

"Your Highness, Miss, will Miss be alright? Waaah, it's all my fault for being so useless..."

Ten strokes of the rod—that's military rods! Even Ren Yong'an's maid, who was unharmed, died after twenty strokes.

Moreover, Zhu Yu's old wounds hadn't healed before he was afflicted with new ones, all thanks to his good mother.

Moreover, the eunuchs who carried out executions in the palace used underhanded methods, which likely caused damage to the internal organs.

These are the things that Consort Duan intends to inflict upon her!

Lu Xiaoyun's face turned ashen: "Someone come here!"

Wu Chuan's face was taut in the cold wind: "Master."

"I hereby seal off Yunmei Garden. Without my order, no one is allowed to step out of Yunmei Garden!" Lu Xiaoyun gritted her teeth and emphasized, "Especially Consort Duan!"

Wu Chuan: "Yes, Master!"

Li Feng sobbed.

Lu Xiaoyun looked over and saw that she was also covered in injuries on her arms, face, and forehead. She knew that she must have been hit several times while trying to stop those people.

"Ayan, let Lifeng take a look too in a bit."

Tears streamed down Li Feng's face as she said, "I'm alright, I'm not in pain."

She kowtowed deeply to Lu Yuyan: "Mr. Lu, please, you must save my young lady. My young lady, she..." Her life is truly miserable.

Lu Yuyan beckoned to Li Feng: "Little sister, don't cry. With me here, your young lady won't die. Quick, lend a hand and wipe his back clean. Yes, be gentle, use this cotton towel."

Li Feng then wiped away her tears and stepped forward, carefully taking the handkerchief from Lu Yuyan's hand and gently wiping the blood off Zhu Yu's back.

Lu Yuyan moved swiftly and methodically, applying the medicine and bandaging the wound in one smooth motion.

Half an hour later, after Lu Yuyan finished treating Zhu Yu's injuries, he went to see Li Feng.

Li Feng quickly stopped him, saying, "Mr. Lu, I'm fine. Please give me the medicine; I can manage on my own. Please go and check on Commander Feng."

Lu Yuyan nodded. Since Li Feng's injuries weren't serious, he gave her the medicine, told her what to pay attention to, and how to change the dressing, before going to the next room to check on Feng Yan.

Imperial Physician Jiang was treating Feng Yan's back injuries. He had just learned from the guards that Feng Yan's injuries were all thanks to Consort Duan.

They even falsely accused the princess of having an affair with Feng Yan.