The maidservant didn't dare to be angry. She stood up and followed the servant to Feixue Garden.

When the fat woman saw the newcomer, she stared at her suspiciously, but soon her face showed disdain.

The maidservant paid no attention. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were filthy, and her shoes and socks were covered in mud. Looking at her young mistress lying unconscious on the bed with her cheeks swollen, she choked up and burst into tears.

"Miss, Miss, please wake up! Waaah, Miss, please don't die! Waaah! I'll go beg the Prince to find you a doctor. You must hold on!"

The fat woman looked coldly at the little maid who was crying with snot and tears all over her face and was in a mess, and clicked her tongue twice.

"Heh, Li Feng, you're really loyal to this little bitch. She didn't even think of bringing you along when she married into the Prince An's mansion. What, who are you shamelessly begging to get into this mess? You think you can just walk into the Prince An's mansion like that? Be careful the prince sees you and skins you alive!"

Li Feng wiped away her tears and glared at her angrily: "Fatty, I won't allow you to talk about Miss like that. No matter what, she is still our master."

The fat woman sneered, "Master? Bah! To hell with master! I've never seen such a shameless master in my life! She never gave you a kind look back at the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion. Why don't you just stay here and enjoy your good life?"

Zhu Yu, lying on the bed, had a burning hot forehead and was almost delirious from the fever, completely oblivious to Li Feng's cries.

Li Feng ignored him and ran out crying. She was going to find the prince. Even if the prince wanted to kill her, she would still ask him to find a doctor for her.

The fat woman tripped her with her leg.