"She's incredibly lucky. She was so badly injured, yet she woke up in just a few days! That bitch, what does she think she is? She doesn't even deserve to carry the prince's child. Humph, she should take a good look at herself in the mirror!"

The fat woman paced back and forth in the room. She couldn't wait any longer; she had to get rid of this slut immediately.

She walked up to Yan'er in a few steps and asked in a low voice, "How does the Prince treat you? Has he shown any intention of taking you into his household?"

Yan'er blushed slightly and nodded lightly: "I've noticed that the prince's gaze keeps glancing at my chest, so it must be soon."

The fat woman's gaze also fell on her proud, ample chest: "Men, deep down, none of them are not lustful. You have such a good body, it's no wonder that your grandmother has spent so much time and money on you."

The fat woman narrowed her small eyes: "Aren't you serving him with his writing materials in the study? This unintentional physical contact is perfectly normal. Once he finds out about the benefits of your body, it's only a matter of time before he takes you in. At that time, what kind of wealth and luxury won't you have?"

Yan'er had this plan in mind. As long as she moved closer to the prince while he was grinding ink for him, and his arm accidentally touched the softness in front of her, the rest would be a natural outcome.

Prince An is in the prime of his life, at twenty-three or twenty-four, the time when he is as fierce as a wolf or a tiger. She refuses to believe she can't win him over!

“But, Grandmother, what about that little slut? I think the Prince is getting more and more interested in her. If we don’t get rid of her, even if I win the Prince’s favor, I’ll only be a concubine at best, not much more noble than the servants in the manor.”

The fat woman's face turned fierce: "Leave this matter to your grandmother! You just need to focus all your attention on the prince."

After the grandfather and granddaughter made their decision, Yan'er went out of the house and saw Prince An in the opposite house. Looking at the tall, handsome, and incomparably noble man, she tightened her hands in her sleeves.

Lu Xiaoyun felt a slight warmth on her thumb. Looking down, she saw that the score had increased by ten points, becoming -6244. During this time, she also noticed that the changes in the system's score and whether others praised or scolded Zhu Yu had a distance requirement; it was only effective within about a hundred meters.

She looked up and met Yan'er's gaze. Lu Xiaoyun's lips curled slightly. Ha, these two, grandmother and granddaughter, are plotting something again.

Without getting rid of that fat woman, Zhu Yu's injury will likely be difficult to heal.

She recalled what Ayan had told her about the poison on the original owner's body, and wondered if Fang, the second wife of the Duke of Zhenguo, had used her hand.

Yan'er immediately lowered her head shyly, but couldn't help looking up again. Seeing that the tall and extraordinary man had already turned his face away, she quickly turned back and went into the house.

Her face flushed red: "Grandmother, the Prince just smiled at me."

The fat woman exclaimed happily, "Really?"

"Um."

"Alright, alright, you can go and serve by the Prince's side. Grandmother will find a way to deal with that wretch and make room for you."

"Alright, Grandmother, be careful not to let anyone find out, otherwise I'll never have another chance."

"Don't worry, back in the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, I was the one who added all those things to her food, and no one has noticed for so long."

"Don't worry, none of the maids that Steward Yuan bought into the manor are as pretty as you. There are indeed a few good-looking maids around Consort Duan, but they can't withstand Consort Duan's antics. Look, the whole courtyard has been locked up. Those vixens who wanted to seduce the prince no longer have the chance."

Yan'er became more and more confident.

"But you have to promise Grandma one thing first." The fat woman saw her laughing so hard she forgot herself.

Yan'er immediately showed impatience: "I know, Uncle, I will. As long as I become the prince's woman, there is nothing Uncle can't want. It's not impossible that the prince will even give him that casino he frequents."

The fat woman was finally relieved. Her eldest son was weak and had only left behind one granddaughter before he died. As soon as her husband was gone, her eldest daughter-in-law remarried without looking back.

She only has her youngest son, who is eighteen years old this year, but this wretched boy is addicted to gambling and womanizing. Not only has he squandered the family fortune, but he also keeps pestering her for money.

If it weren't for her position as a servant in the Duke of Zhenguo's household, which gave her favor with the stepmother and made her relatively well-off, her family would have fallen apart long ago.

Unexpectedly, the stepmother sent her to the Prince An's mansion, where she has not received any benefits at all. She is almost driven crazy by her youngest son.

All hope rests on this delicate little granddaughter.

Inside the room, Zhu Yu slowly opened his eyes. Lu Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on her face. She walked to the bedside, leaned down, and asked, "Awake? Is there anything else that's uncomfortable? Move around and see if there's anything else that hurts?"

Zhu Yu slowly adjusted to the light in the room, and only when he saw the people surrounding him did he realize that he had not been beaten to death by his mother.

The scene in the dream became clearer in his mind. It wasn't just that Lu Xiaoyun made him see everything clearly, but also that she had been protecting him all this time while he was using the identity of "Lu Xiaoyun".

"Ayan, come quickly and let the princess take a look. Is there anything else wrong with him?"

Lu Yuyan stepped forward to take his pulse.

Zhu Yu's gaze, however, was fixed on Lu Xiaoyun's face; he saw the worry in her eyes.

Lu Yuyan said, "Your Highness, please rest assured, the Princess Consort is fine now. She just needs to take good care of herself. However, the Princess Consort is frail and her spleen has been severely damaged this time. She must not be injured again in the short term."

Lu Xiaoyun immediately replied, "Alright, I will definitely protect the Princess Consort and will never let him get hurt again."

Zhu Yu pursed his lips gently, his face no longer showing its former coldness and hardness. He moved his lips and uttered two hoarse words from his throat: "Thank you."

What should he thank her for? Only Zhu Yu knew in his heart that there was far too much to thank her for.

He thanked her for letting him see everything clearly, thanked her for not abandoning him when he was assassinated at Ganlu Temple, thanked her for saving him, and thanked her for protecting him time and time again in front of his mother and the assassins.

He also thanked her for saving his life this time.

In fact, she did much better than he imagined. If she had wanted to, she could have simply watched her mother kill him, and the Prince An's mansion would have been hers.

But she didn't.

Lu Xiaoyun was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and ordered, "Li Feng, bring some water."

Li Feng quickly poured a glass of warm water and was about to help Zhu Yu up to drink when Jiang Chuan tugged at her sleeve from behind.

Li Feng immediately understood. She cried out and clutched her stomach, "Your Highness, my stomach is suddenly hurting terribly. Please feed Miss some water."

After saying that, he shoved the water glass into Lu Xiaoyun's hand, then quickly left the room clutching his stomach.

She had never seen someone with a stomachache move so much and jump around like a rabbit.

Lu Xiaoyun looked at Jiang Chuan, who immediately straightened up: "Your Highness, I am a man."