Lu Yuyan immediately stood up: "Alright, Your Highness, please think carefully about what I just said and make a decision as soon as possible."

After saying that, she pointed to the paper that Lu Xiaoyun had folded in her hand.

Jiang Chuan stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Lu Yuyan, he actually wrote a love letter to his master!

The prince actually nodded?!

Your Highness, you are a man, a man of steel! How could you be gay?!

Can anyone tell him how to handle this situation?

I need help urgently.

Lu Xiaoyun stood up and walked towards Feixue Garden.

Zhu Yu is much better now. Under Lu Yuyan's careful care, his health is improving day by day.

Seeing her solemn expression, Zhu Yu moved his lips, feeling an unbearable pain in his heart, but there were some things he had to say. He closed his eyes and said with determination, "I've put that 'Letter of Divorce' in the study."

Lu Xiaoyun nodded: "Yes, I saw it. Zhu Yu, thank you."

Zhu Yu gave her a bitter smile and handed her the divorce papers, and she actually thanked him.

Lu Xiaoyun sat down and told Zhu Yu about her conversation with Consort Duan that day.

Zhu Yu remained silent until the very end, when he finally nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "I understand."

He knew that Lu Xiaoyun was doing this for his own good, but he had never known what he was insisting on, which had led to the breakdown of the relationship between the mother and son.

Fortunately, there was Lu Xiaoyun.

Once their bodies are switched back, he will be able to get along well with his mother.

Zhu Yu gazed intently at the person before him. "Lu Xiaoyun, why are you so good to me? So good that I don't want to let you go, yet I have no choice but to let you go."

The Emperor has already begun to target him; it will be very dangerous for Lu Xiaoyun to stay in the Prince An's residence.

“Zhang Mama is a fake. I sent Xi Yi to investigate a few days ago, and news should be sent back in the next day or two.”

Zhu Yu gave a soft "hmm".

I felt an indescribable sadness in my heart.

The next day was New Year's Eve. According to tradition, the palace would hold a family banquet on New Year's Eve, where princes, princesses, concubines, and the emperor's closest family members, such as the empress dowager, would have a lively New Year's Eve dinner together.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month of the following year, the emperor would hold a banquet in the palace to entertain the ministers and their families, and on the eighth day, he would officially begin the court to govern.

Because both Lu Xiaoyun and Zhu Yu were injured, they submitted a notice to the palace stating that they needed to recuperate and would not attend the New Year's Eve family banquet.

The old emperor simply nodded and said nothing.

In previous years, when he was in the Northwest, he never attended this family banquet.

Crown Prince Zhu Zhi snorted coldly: "Fourth Prince really knows how to avoid trouble. I didn't see how serious his injuries were. Wasn't he out suppressing bandits a few days ago? Filial piety is the most important virtue, but he's refusing to attend the family banquet today. Ha."

Zhu Chen picked up his wine glass and glanced at Zhu Zhi indifferently.

At dusk, food boxes were sent out of the palace like a flowing stream, heading to the residences of officials of the third rank and above in Shengjing City.

The Prince An's residence also received two dishes, but these dishes had been prepared by the imperial kitchen and placed in food boxes long ago. By the time they arrived, even the best flavors had dissipated and the dishes had gone cold.

The Anwang Mansion was bustling with New Year celebrations. Lu Yuyan was quite adept at handling things. In the past few days, he, Yuan Xiu, Jiang Chuan, and a few others went to the street to buy a lot of decorations, turning the cold and austere Anwang Mansion into a vibrant place.

In the afternoon, Xi Yi, who had been away for several days, finally returned.

It brought news of Granny Zhang.

He was travel-worn and exhausted, and went to the study without even washing up.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaoyun's eyes turned icy cold; this old nanny had hidden her true feelings quite well.

Zhu Yu was also in the study, clenching his fist.

Lu Xiaoyun's original intention was not to let Ayan know, but Zhu Yu said that she still needed to explain it to Ayan to avoid any unnecessary trouble later.

Lu Xiaoyun thought for a moment and nodded. Zhu Yu was right.

So, after Xi Yi went to bathe, change clothes, and rest, he called Lu Yuyan over, and the three of them stayed in the study for a long time.

Jiang Chuan wondered if the three of them were doing something naughty in the study.

Lu Yuyan was also shocked upon hearing this, and said, "No wonder when I took Consort Duan's pulse yesterday, I found that she had been depressed for a long time. So that's why."

Lu Xiaoyun hurriedly asked, "Depression? Are there any good treatments?"

Zhu Yu didn't understand what depression was, but seeing the solemn expressions on their faces, he knew that his mother's health was very poor, and he looked at Lu Yuyan anxiously.

Lu Yuyan snorted coldly and glanced at Zhu Yu. What did this man do to deserve such devotion from his elder sister?

“Mental illness requires mental medicine. Now that your older sister has helped Zhu Yu resolve her inner conflict, spend more time with her in the future, and she will gradually get better.”

Zhu Yu murmured a promise and gazed intently at Lu Xiaoyun.

Lu Xiaoyun smiled faintly: "No problem."

At three quarters past 5 PM, Lu Xiaoyun, Zhu Yu, and Lu Yuyan went to a secluded woodshed behind the Prince's Mansion.

A piercing scream came from inside.

The sounds were extremely painful, and there was more than one.

Lu Yuyan stood with them at the courtyard gate, looking inside.

Zhu Yu asked, "How long will it take?"

Lu Yuyan chuckled lightly, "Half an hour, I'll make them suffer properly. But that 'Zhang Mama'... well, she'll get what's coming to her."

Lu Xiaoyun nodded, and Zhu Yu bowed deeply to Lu Yuyan.

Lu Yuyan's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

The three left, and the piercing screams behind them gradually faded away.

Inside the woodshed on the back hill, Jiang Chuan stood with his hands behind his back. Beside him was a guard holding a tray, on which three wine cups that had been placed had fallen to the ground.

Besides Jiang Chuan and the others, there were three people lying on the ground inside the room. Apart from Granny Zhang, the other two were twisted in an extremely bizarre position, with black blood gushing from their seven orifices, and their abdomens feeling as if they were being scraped piece by piece with a blunt knife.

The pain was so intense that they didn't even have the strength to cry out; it felt like ants were constantly gnawing at every pore of their bodies.

The pain lasted for a full half hour. Finally, the two of them gradually closed their eyes and breathed their last a moment later.

Only Granny Zhang was in so much pain that she was convulsing, her whole body trembling, and she was curled up in a ball. Dark blood was already oozing from the corner of her mouth, but her veins were still throbbing strongly, so she wouldn't die anytime soon.

"Why? I've served Consort Duan for decades, why does Prince An want to kill me?"

With each word she spoke, dark blood continuously gushed from her seven orifices.

Jiang Chuan said coldly, "Old woman Li, you're about to die, and you're still trying to argue. Don't you find it ridiculous?"

Zhang Mama's body trembled violently, and another wave of abdominal cramps struck her. Her face turned deathly pale: "What, what Granny Li? I am Zhang Shi, the wet nurse of Consort Duan. I have served Consort Duan for over forty years and have never left her side. Lord Jiang, you have mistaken me for someone else."