"Chunfang is Zhang Mama's daughter. Only Zhang Mama and I know this. Five years ago, she was the one who handed over the property from my mother to you. Do you still remember her?"

Zhu Yu had told her about this, and Lu Xiaoyun nodded: "I remember. Mother, don't worry, I have people in the palace. I will find an opportunity in the next couple of days to bring Chunfang out of the palace."

Consort Duan was shocked and looked at Lu Xiaoyun in disbelief: "You, you have people in the palace too? But what if the Emperor and the Empress Dowager find out? Yu'er, you must not take any risks, otherwise all my forbearance over the past twenty years will have been for nothing."

Lu Xiaoyun hurriedly said, "Mother, don't worry. My people are very well hidden. Since entering the palace, I have never asked them to do anything. Father and the others will not find out. Once this matter is settled, I will get them out of the palace."

Consort Duan nodded silently. After discovering that her maid Zhang had been switched, she found an excuse to punish Chunfang and send her to the laundry department. Over the years, although she had lived a miserable life, she had at least protected Chunfang's life.

Tears streamed down Consort Duan's pale face again: "Granny Zhang has served Mother Consort for so many years, and in the end, Mother Consort didn't even know where she was buried, and couldn't even burn some paper money for her."

Lu Xiaoyun held Consort Duan's hand tightly: "Mother, I promise you, I will find the burial place of Granny Zhang and burn paper money for her every year on that day so that her soul may rest in peace."

Consort Duan wept uncontrollably: "Good, good..."

"Mother, rest assured. A few days ago, your son sent people to investigate the background of this Zhang Mama. I believe it won't be long before we find out. Once we have her background, we will be able to force her to reveal the real burial place of Zhang Mama."

Consort Duan nodded, her voice choked with emotion, as if all the past events were still vivid in her mind, as if they happened yesterday.

The sun was already setting in the west.

Consort Duan thought for a long time. Finally, she looked at Lu Xiaoyun, her lips trembling, and said after a long while, "Yu'er, please don't blame your father, okay? For more than 20 years, I have been living a life of constant struggle and fear, afraid that one day the Emperor and the Empress Dowager will discover my true identity."

"I was afraid that one day you and your father would become enemies. But it turns out, he knew all along. For eighteen years, he didn't. Yu'er, your father still cares about you and me."

Lu Xiaoyun was unsure whether she should agree. If the old emperor hadn't arranged the assassination on their wedding day and hadn't given Zhu Yu that infertile drug, she would naturally have forgiven him.

But now, the old emperor may have long regretted not killing them earlier when they were still weak.

Consort Duan held Lu Xiaoyun's hand tightly: "Yu'er, he is the emperor. Please forgive him, even if your mother begs you. Back then, under the red plum blossoms in the outskirts of the capital, your father was just as brilliant and talented."

Lu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

But who knows if the old emperor still has any place for the mother and son in his heart?

After leaving Consort Duan's room, she returned to her study.

I was startled to see a piece of paper with the words "Divorce Agreement" written on it on the table.

"May my wife, after our separation, once again adorn her hair, beautify herself, and gracefully present her charming figure, choosing a husband she desires. May we resolve our grievances and let go of our hatred, parting ways amicably and finding happiness in each other. I wish you find a good man, a city of joy, and a life filled with warmth and laughter. When we meet again, I will surely forget all worldly grievances and speak with laughter and joy, no longer moved by love." (Note: Ounuo's writing skills are poor, so this passage is largely quoted from the Dunhuang manuscript "Letter of Divorce".)

Judging from the handwriting above, it was written by Zhu Yu himself.

The characters should have been vigorous and powerful, each one sharp and piercing.

But it's not there.

When did he write it?

Was it when she was at Yunmei Garden?

Lu Xiaoyun slowly sat down in the chair, feeling a lump in her throat.

She shouldn't have developed such feelings for Zhu Yu; at the very least, she was letting down the original owner of this body.

With her father and brother returning soon, and Ayan by her side, it would no longer be difficult for her and Zhu Yu to return to their respective bodies.

Perhaps in four or five months, or even two or three months if things go fast, she and Zhu Yu will be able to return to their respective places. With this divorce agreement, she can leave the Prince An's mansion at any time.

When Lu Yuyan arrived, he saw Lu Xiaoyun burying herself in a chair.

He looked up and saw the book "The Book of Divorce" spread out on the page.

"Sister, did you write this? You've learned Zhu Yu's handwriting?" Lu Yuyan picked it up and examined it from top to bottom.

“You’ve learned well. Apart from lacking strength, you’ve grasped the essence of his handwriting. Sister, quick, quickly take out Zhu Yu’s private seal and stamp it on. When the number on your thumb ring gets close to 0, go to the palace to ask the old emperor for permission. That way, the two of us can leave the Prince An’s residence.”

Lu Xiaoyun shook her head: "I didn't write it. Zhu Yu wrote it and put it here."

Lu Yuyan paused, then chuckled, "Ha, so now he's had a change of heart and knows he should let you go? Ha, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have that piece of paper, since the official seal is on you now. Hurry up and stamp it on, we'll leave once it's back."

Lu Xiaoyun pursed her lips.

"Your Highness."

Jiang Chuan's voice rang out from outside the study.

"Come in."

Jiang Chuan pushed open the door and saw that the two people in the study were dressed neatly. He thought to himself, "Thank goodness, they're not doing anything indescribable."

That Lu Yuyan is really something, always coming to see his master for no reason.

Doesn't he know that the prince is a married man?

She has no self-awareness at all; no wonder Li Feng said that the princess has been looking sullen these past few days.

Well, the prince has no concubines or mistresses, so there's no need for palace intrigue, but then a man comes along and tries to steal his master from her. What a life the princess is living!

Pitiful!

He and Xi Yi had already made an agreement that whenever they saw Lu Yuyan coming to see their master alone, they would find a way to get him away.

We have to break up this ill-fated couple, otherwise neither his young prince nor the young princess of Wuchuan will have a chance.

These past few days, Xi Yi has been sent out to work, and the important task of breaking them up has fallen into Jiang Chuan's hands.

Seeing that Jiang Chuan didn't speak, but only looked at Ayan with a pair of mournful eyes, Lu Xiaoyun frowned slightly. Why did she look at Ayan like he was a scumbag?

Could it be that he has some kind of unusual fetish?

Lu Xiaoyun felt a chill.

"What is it?" Lu Xiaoyun's voice was tinged with coldness.

Jiang Chuan was startled. See? He had messed up the prince's plans. But for the sake of the prince and princess, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Your Highness, Qin Xue has developed a high fever. I've come to find Mr. Lu to ask him to come and take a look."

Lu Xiaoyun nodded. She knew Qin Xue was seriously injured when she saw her yesterday: "Ayan, you should go and take a look. Qin Xue is a maid with extremely high martial arts skills. I intend to keep her for the Princess."

With that explained, Lu Yuyan understood everything. After their bodies were switched back and they left the Prince An's residence, Qin Xue would become their personal bodyguard.

Neither he nor his sister knew martial arts, so having such a master by their side was indeed necessary.