“She brought death to her own mother. The entire Lu family knows she’s a jinx. If my son hadn’t been so lucky, wouldn’t he have been killed by this vicious woman too!”

"Hmph, since the Duke of Zhenguo is not in the capital and has no time to properly discipline his daughter for doing such a shameless thing, then I will take care of it for him. I think the Duke of Zhenguo will be grateful to me when he finds out."

Lu Xiaoyun frowned slightly. This Consort Duan was the emperor's concubine, so how could she speak so rudely and say such thoughtless things?

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Zhang Mama pressed down on Zhu Yu's body with one hand, making him unable to move.

Zhu Yu's wounds reopened, blood seeping through his clothes. The pain was so intense it felt like a huge rock was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

Her small face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat dripped down her forehead.

The ground was cold and damp, and his body was chilled to the bone, but nothing could compare to the chill in his heart.

Granny Zhang moved to stand in front of Zhu Yu, raised her hand, and slapped him a dozen times across the face.

The crisp sound of the slap sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

The blows left Zhu Yu with swollen cheeks, seeing stars, and clearly visible handprints on his face.

Unable to bear it any longer, Zhu Yu half-collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the cold floor like frost-covered ice flowers.

Lu Xiaoyun looked at the body that was already riddled with holes, her hands clenching and unclenching, unclenching and unclenching again. Although it was the original owner's body, it was Zhu Yu who was suffering at this moment.

And all of this is thanks to him.

After all, the original owner of this body is dead.