The two guards knelt upright in silence. If Consort Duan knew her master, she would know that there had never been any women in the Prince's mansion.

Before her marriage to Miss Lu from the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, she didn't even have a single maidservant.

In the words of Steward Yuan, every female mosquito in the Prince's mansion was killed by the Prince.

Moreover, in the Prince's mansion, how could there be any opportunity for someone to climb into the Prince's bed?

The sharp armor scraped across Li Feng's chin, leaving two bloody marks. It hurt terribly, but Li Feng didn't care.

She mustered all her strength to break free from the guards' hold, ripped the smelly sock out of her mouth, and, with her head on the ground, cried out, "Your Highness, please save my young lady! She has a persistent high fever, and her wounds keep reopening after healing, causing her to bleed profusely. She will die if this continues. I beg Your Highness, please save my young lady!"

In a short while, her forehead was covered in a bright red.

After Zhang Mama appeared, all the palace maids and eunuchs fell silent. This little girl was too stupid to actually beg the Empress.

Consort Duan was already in a terrible mood, and hearing these words only made her feel extremely disgusted. She was not the woman who had climbed into the bed, but her mistress was, and she was the shameless woman who had made her lose all face!

However, a mere maid was not enough for her to take action. She glanced coldly at Zhang Mama behind her.

Zhang Mama understood perfectly what Consort Duan's glance meant, but at that moment she breathed a sigh of relief and was even a little grateful that Li Feng and the others had arrived at the perfect time.

If it weren't for her, who knows what other shocking things Consort Duan would have said next, and whether they would still be alive.

So, Li Feng, for our sake, you have no choice but to endure it.

So Zhang Mama took a step forward, grabbed Li Feng by the collar, and slapped him dozens of times with all her might, intending to kill him.

The slap was so loud that it made the snow on the roadside branches flutter down again.

The palace maids and eunuchs following behind were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Some of the more timid ones couldn't help but tremble with every slap.

"You little slut, you're just like your master! Did the Empress ask you a question? How dare you interrupt! Like master, like servant! You lowly thing, you have no manners or upbringing. What do you think the Prince An's mansion is!"

Li Feng was so badly beaten that he saw stars, his cheeks swelled up instantly, and blood mixed with mud rolled down his face from the corner of his mouth.

Having already been dragged along the way, she had some scratches and abrasions. Now, after being slapped like that, Li Feng felt like she was about to collapse, and waves of darkness swept over her.

She didn't understand Consort Duan. She thought that such a beautiful and high-ranking noblewoman would never stoop to the level of a lowly maid like her. Her young lady had already entered the Prince An's mansion and was, after all, the Princess Consort of Prince An. How could a princess die of illness as soon as she entered the mansion?

She was willing to risk her life for even the slightest hope.

But little did they know, Consort Duan actually wished for her young lady to die sooner.

No, she can't just die like this; she has to save her mistress.

Li Feng braced himself with his hands, bit his tongue, and blood instantly filled his mouth, forcing himself back to his senses: "Please, Your Majesty..."

Before he could finish speaking, the guard beside him grabbed him and stuffed the torn sock back into Li Feng's mouth.

Granny Zhang raised her foot to kick him; she had never met such a clueless servant before.

Consort Duan toyed with the half-sprig of red plum blossom in her hand, glanced disdainfully at Li Feng, whose hair was disheveled, cheeks were swollen and red, and who was on the verge of death, and her mood immediately improved. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, Granny Zhang, don't beat him to death. Some people are more valuable alive than dead."

Granny Zhang paused, and upon hearing this, she seemed to understand something, and withdrew her outstretched foot.

Consort Duan glanced at the two guards and said, "I remember the Prince ordered you to lock up Feixue Garden. How did it escape right under your noses? Ha."

"We admit our guilt!" the two said in unison.

Granny Zhang glanced at the two of them and saw that although they were kneeling, they were not as timid as the palace maids and eunuchs. In fact, they were even more so than the palace guards, and their posture was very straight.

As expected, they were guards personally trained by His Highness Prince An.

"Yes, go ahead," Consort Duan said. "If you do something wrong, you must be punished, otherwise you will not learn your lesson. I do not want this to happen again."

The two guards stood up, neither agreeing nor saying they would disobey Consort Duan's orders, but simply dragged Feng Li away with swift steps.

Consort Duan raised her head and snorted coldly. In the Prince An's residence, no one dared to disobey her orders.

Even Prince An is not an option.

He is her son!

The guards carried Feng Li straight to Feixue Garden, and threw her inside when they reached the gate.

The door was locked from the outside.

Li Feng knelt by the door, crying loudly.

But no one paid any attention.

Her face was burning with pain. After she bit her tongue to get through the initial dizziness, she was now becoming more and more lucid.

They had no money. The young lady had been abandoned by her family and sent to the Prince An's mansion. Not to mention a dowry, she didn't even have decent clothes.

If the young lady dies, what's the point of her suffering so much and begging to come to Prince An's mansion these past few days?

Fifteen minutes later, Li Feng gave up struggling and, supporting her exhausted body, moved toward Zhu Yu's room.

At this moment, the fat woman leaned against the door, coldly watching Li Feng: "Tsk tsk, Li Feng, are you out of your mind? Is it worth it for a woman like this?"

Li Feng glanced at the fat woman indifferently, said nothing, and pushed open the door to enter the house.

Upon entering, one sees the person on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, looking utterly hopeless. In Li Feng's eyes, it's as if they've lost all will to live.

Li Feng was startled and immediately knelt down, crying, "Miss, you're awake! How are you? Waaah, Miss, I thought you were going to die! Waaah! Miss, please say something! Don't scare me!"

Li Feng hugged Zhu Yu and burst into tears.

As the pain on her body and face intensified, her cries grew louder and louder.

Zhu Yu was being held by a soft, cuddly little girl, and he was covered in dirt and grime, making him extremely uncomfortable. He was having trouble breathing, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"You, you let me go first." Zhu Yu's voice was extremely weak. His forehead was flushed, his high fever had not subsided, and the wounds on his body that had been sprayed with chili powder were burning with increasing pain. Being held by Li Feng like this made him feel indescribably uncomfortable.

Li Feng immediately released him, and seeing his swollen face, tears streamed down her face again: "Miss, sob, does it hurt a lot? It's all Li Feng's fault for being useless. I couldn't ask Madam to bring me here to serve you. You've suffered so much these past few days..."

Li Feng must be a maidservant who serves Lu Xiaoyun.

Zhu Yu frowned when he saw Li Feng's appearance: "Why are you here? What happened to you, you look like this?"