Lu Xiaoyun hurriedly strode inside, took the Consort Duan from Zhang Mama's hands, and instructed Zhang Mama: "Go and invite Mr. Lu here personally."

Consort Duan coughed incessantly as she looked at her "son" who was supporting her. She saw anxiety on "Yu'er's" face, and her heart suddenly ached.

Granny Zhang pursed her lips. Lu Xiaoyun glared at her, and Granny Zhang had no choice but to obey and hurried off to find Lu Yuyan.

Lu Xiaoyun helped Consort Duan into the room.

Jiang Chuan closed the door from the outside and stood guard at the entrance, forbidding anyone from entering without the prince's permission.

Lu Xiaoyun helped Consort Duan sit down on the couch and then quickly poured a cup of warm water and handed it to her.

Consort Duan slowly drank the cup of water with Lu Xiaoyun's help, and only then did her cough gradually stop.

Lu Xiaoyun tried to pat Consort Duan's back, but she slapped her away.

"What are you doing here? Ha, didn't my good son want to imprison his mother and keep me locked up until I die!"

Consort Duan gave a cold, mocking laugh and flung away Lu Xiaoyun's hand that was about to brush her back.

Lu Xiaoyun rubbed her temples and sat down helplessly on a chair. In fact, Zhu Yu's temper was very similar to his mother's; both secretly cared for each other, but neither was willing to be the first to stand up and clearly explain things to the other.

As a result, the rift between the two grew deeper and deeper, and the little affection between mother and son was quickly exhausted by them.

She will leave in a few months.

Ignoring Consort Duan's attempts to shake her off, Lu Xiaoyun grabbed Consort Duan's hand and wouldn't let go, raising her voice: "Mother Consort."

Consort Duan gave her a cold glance.

"Let go! Don't think I'll forgive you just because you've done this. Zhu Yu, you are my own son. I risked my life to bring you into this world, and it even caused me to drift apart from your father. And what have you done to me?!"

"You actually confined me to my quarters! I should never have given birth to you! I should have strangled you to death when I gave birth to you."

Lu Xiaoyun's heart sank. If Zhu Yu really heard these words, how heartbroken he would be.

"Mother!" Lu Xiaoyun knew that Jiang Chuan was guarding outside, so there was no need to worry about others overhearing. "Mother, I already knew. Please don't make yourself suffer like this anymore, okay?"

Consort Duan knew she couldn't break free, so she let him hold her hand, turned her face away, and said coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about, I don't understand."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Mr. Lu has arrived." Zhang Mama wanted to enter the house, but Jiang Chuan stopped her outside.

Lu Xiaoyun released Consort Duan: "Come in."

Granny Zhang pushed open the door and entered the room. She saw that the atmosphere inside was extremely oppressive. She secretly glanced at Consort Duan and then at Lu Xiaoyun. Both of them had very unpleasant expressions. She was unsure if the mother and son had caused trouble again.

"Ayan, come here and take Mother's pulse."

Lu Yuyan cupped his hands in agreement and went over to take Consort Duan's pulse. Consort Duan shoved him away, saying, "Don't put on this pretense. If you, Zhu Yu, want a reputation, don't even think about climbing up by stepping on your birth mother's dignity. If I die, it has nothing to do with you!"

Lu Yuyan's lips twitched as he looked at Consort Duan. This was the second time he had seen this emperor's concubine today, and this person...

It's really hard to explain. It's a good thing his older sister was willing to come all this way. If you ask me, this kind of sharp-tongued old woman should just be locked up in this courtyard for the rest of her life, so she won't come out and cause trouble for others.

Lu Xiaoyun rubbed her temples helplessly, signaling to Ayan to quickly take her pulse.

Zhang Mama hurriedly whispered to Consort Duan, "Your Highness, the Prince is being filial to you. This old servant just saw it; all the guards who were guarding the courtyard have left."

Consort Duan seemed extremely unappreciative, and snorted coldly: "I don't need his pretense."

Granny Zhang stood to the side, looking at this and that, sighing silently.

Lu Xiaoyun stood with her hands behind her back, her attitude also firm: "Mother, do you want your son to knock you unconscious so that Ayan can take your pulse, or do you want Ayan to take your pulse on your own initiative? You choose one."

Consort Duan glared at Lu Xiaoyun with bloodshot eyes, her gaze bloodshot: "Zhu Yu, how dare you!"

Lu Xiaoyun's face was equally cold: "I can even restrain my mother's feet, what else wouldn't I dare to do? Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and I hope that my mother can ensure that the Anwang Mansion, from top to bottom, can have a peaceful New Year."

At this moment, Zhang Mama stood respectfully behind Consort Duan, her ears perked up.

Consort Duan reluctantly stretched out her hand: "Hurry up, take my pulse and then get out of here!"

"Your Highness!" Lu Yuyan really didn't want to take the pulse of this damned imperial concubine. How could his elder sister allow her to speak so rudely to him? If his elder sister and Zhu Yu hadn't swapped bodies, he would have poisoned this wicked old woman to death.

Lu Xiaoyun nodded to him, indicating that he should be more tolerant.

Lu Yuyan sat down irritably to take Consort Duan's pulse. He just couldn't understand why his elder sister, a fine young woman, had to suffer the humiliation in this dilapidated Prince An's mansion at the hands of her and her son.

"Consort Duan is fine, she just caught a cold. I'll prescribe some medicine, and she'll be alright after taking it."

She also has long-standing resentment, which has led to her being in a bad mood, and she must be having a lot of trouble falling asleep at night during this period.

To put it simply, he suffers from moderate depression and needs proper guidance; otherwise, his condition will worsen and the consequences will be unpredictable. But he was too lazy to talk to this wretched concubine about it.

I'll find a chance to tell my older sister.

Consort Duan snorted coldly and withdrew her hand: "I said it was nothing, this is unnecessary."

Lu Yuyan didn't bother to waste any more words with her. He quickly wrote out a prescription, handed it to Lu Xiaoyun, and then picked up his medicine box and left.

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