Chunfang was helpless and heartbroken. With tears in her eyes, she silently took a few steps back to find Prince An, because only he could persuade the Empress.

Consort Duan knew what she was about to do, and grabbed Chunfang's skirt tightly, her voice hoarse: "Don't go!"

"Your Majesty..."

"I told you, don't go. If you want me to feel better, then don't go looking for Yu'er!"

Consort Duan straightened her back and shouted, "Everyone, listen up! You are not allowed to reveal a single word to Prince An! Otherwise, I will kill myself right here!"

The bodyguard, who had already taken a step forward, abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Several hidden guards exchanged glances and lowered their heads.

Inside the study, Lu Xiaoyun held the imperial decree for divorce, her emotions a complex mix.

Lu Yuyan sat opposite her, took the imperial edict from Lu Xiaoyun's hand, read it several times from beginning to end, and then let out a long sigh.

They truly didn't expect things to develop to this point.

"Sister, forget it, it's too late to turn things around now. The most important thing now is how to get your bodies back together as soon as possible."

Lu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and remained silent. More than 10,000 points—how easy is that?

He patted Lu Xiaoyun's hand: "Don't worry too much. Lu Yucheng is a brother who really cares about his sister. With him around, the points on this platform will decrease quickly. You can see that yourself, right?"

Lu Yuyan said nonchalantly, "Besides, you two were going to divorce anyway, it's just a matter of time."

"Now that the old emperor has issued an edict, it saves us a lot of trouble."

Lu Xiaoyun nodded with a wry smile, rubbing her sore temples: "That's true. Yesterday, Zhu Yu told me that Fang Shi and her second daughter have been imprisoned. With her father and brother still around, the points on this platform will only decrease."

As she was talking, Lu Xiaoyun felt a slight warmth on her fingers. She looked down and saw that she had indeed lost five points, turning it into - points.

Lu Yuyan also noticed: "Look, whatever you say comes true. Five points have been taken away in one go. It's not much, but it adds up quickly."

Lu Xiaoyun chuckled softly.

A gust of cold wind swept into the study, knocking several books off the table and onto the floor.

Lu Yuyan got up and closed the door, muttering, "Why is this strange wind blowing again?"

It gradually got dark.

Consort Duan had been kneeling in Yunmei Garden for almost five hours.

Fine beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, his face was as white as paper, there was blood on the bluestone slab, and his entire lower body had lost all feeling.

Chunfang choked with sobs and insisted on kneeling with Consort Duan.

Consort Duan refused, her body swaying back and forth as if out of her control, waves of dizziness washing over her: "Chunfang, this, this is my crime, you cannot, you cannot kneel with me."

Kneeling with her would only aggravate her sins.

All the servants and guards of Yunmei Garden stood together in the wind, trying to shield her from even a bit of the cold.

"You, you move aside, move aside, move aside..."

Before she could finish speaking, Consort Duan finally couldn't take it anymore, her body swayed backward, and she fell straight down.

It happened so fast that Chunfang didn't even have time to help her up before her head slammed heavily against a protruding stone on the bluestone slab.

Blood gushed from his forehead in an instant.

"Your Highness, Imperial Concubine!" Several exclamations rang out.

"Quickly, go and invite Mr. Lu! Quickly inform the Prince! Go now!" Chunfang shouted shrilly.

She was so frightened that her face turned pale. She was already in poor health, and after standing with Consort Duan in the cold wind for nearly five hours, her knees were in excruciating pain, and she was already in a daze.

In a moment of carelessness, he failed to catch the fallen Consort Duan.

Servants from Yunmei Garden rushed towards the front yard.

A strong and sturdy eunuch rushed to embrace Consort Duan.

However, because she had been kneeling for a long time, she was unable to straighten her legs even after fainting.

They had no choice but to move the person into the house with Chunfang.

At that time, Lu Xiaoyun and Lu Yuyan had just finished their dinner.

Lu Yuyan is applying scar removal ointment to Lu Xiaoyun's back.

"Sister, if your back is extremely itchy during this period, please bear with it and don't scratch it, as new flesh is growing."

Lu Xiaoyun nodded as she dressed, "Okay. By the way, have you thought of any way to deal with that poison?"

Lu Yuyan sighed, "I still have no clue. I'll think of something else."

"Um."

Lu Yuyan took a porcelain bottle from his medicine box and handed it to Lu Xiaoyun: "Take this with you next time you go to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion. It will be helpful for his internal injuries."

Lu Xiaoyun unscrewed the bottle and smelled it; it had a pleasant fragrance. "It smells quite nice, and it's not bitter?"

"It's not bitter. Didn't you say that the original owner was afraid of bitterness? I guessed that Zhu Yu couldn't take bitter medicine either, so I added a few herbs that wouldn't affect the efficacy and could also reduce the bitterness."

Lu Xiaoyun tucked the bag into her bosom and said, "Okay."

"Something has happened to the prince!" a guard shouted anxiously from outside.

The two people inside the room exchanged a glance. Zhu Yu was no longer at the Prince An's residence, so who could be in trouble?

Lu Xiaoyun opened the door and asked the guard, "What is it?"

"The Noble Consort Duan, she..."

"What's wrong, Mother? Why are you speaking so haltingly?"

"This morning, Consort Duan received the Emperor's decree for divorce. She was filled with remorse and knelt in Yunmei Garden for five hours straight. She is now unconscious."

"What!" Lu Xiaoyun rushed towards Yunmei Garden.

What does this have to do with Consort Duan?

Lu Yuyan also said, "I'll go with you to take a look."

Lu Xiaoyun and Lu Yuyan rushed to Yunmei Garden.

The dim, hexagonal lanterns cast flickering light on the Yunmei Garden, where the vibrant plum blossoms rustled in the cold wind, scattering snowflakes across the ground.

A red lamp illuminated the pool of blood on the bluestone slab, making it glaringly obvious.

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