The young waiter crossed his arms and looked down at "Lu Xiaoyun," who lay on the bed seemingly on her last breath, and sneered, "Heh, Li Feng is your maid, shouldn't you be responsible for her share?"

"You! The two of us only eat two steamed buns a day, are you trying to starve us to death?!"

"Heh, take it or leave it."

Zhu Yu looked up and saw clearly that the two steamed buns that had been delivered were obviously fished out of the empty swill bucket, and a foul and pungent smell made him want to vomit.

He was so angry that his brow throbbed. He half-propped himself up and swept the bowl to the ground: "Don't push your luck! How dare you give me something like this to eat!"

The young waiter sneered and stepped on the swill-filled steamed bun: "Since the princess doesn't like it, that's fine. There's a stray dog ​​in the inner quarters that's starving. This servant thanks the princess for the food on behalf of the dog."

After saying that, he picked up the steamed bun from the ground and walked away.

Li Feng only saw the young shop assistant's back.

Upon entering the room, seeing the young lady's face turning purple with anger, and noticing the crumbs of steamed buns on the floor, Li Feng hurriedly stepped forward: "Miss, where are the steamed buns?"

Zhu Yu glanced at Li Feng: "Throw it away."

Li Feng burst into tears: "Miss, that's our only food! If you throw it away like this, what will we eat? Waaah, Miss, it's okay for me to be a little hungry, but you're injured and can't go without food."

"You want to eat a stinky steamed bun that was fished out of the swill bucket?"

Li Feng choked back tears, wiping them away as she tucked Zhu Yu's blanket around her: "Miss, you should get some sleep. I'll go out and see if there's anything to eat."

Zhu Yu closed his eyes and stopped talking; he was truly hungry.

Not long after Li Feng left, Granny Zhang returned with her entourage, looking menacing once again.

She kicked open the door and told someone to throw what they were carrying on the ground.

Zhu Yu looked up and said coldly, "Who allowed you to come in? Get out!"

With a wave of her hand, Zhang Mama immediately summoned two old women who grabbed Zhu Yu from the bed and forced him to kneel on the ground.

Zhu Yu struggled desperately: "What are you trying to do!"

Zhang Mama sneered, "Her Highness Consort Duan heard that Miss Lu wasn't hungry, so she ordered this old servant to bring you something."

Zhu Yu looked at the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the ground, as well as the two books, "Women's Virtues" and "Women's Admonitions," and his face immediately turned as black as charcoal.

"Her Majesty said that since Miss Lu was spoiled by Madam Lu in the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion and did not know how a woman should behave virtuously, then when she arrives at the Prince of An's mansion, Consort Duan, as her mother-in-law, has the obligation to teach Miss Lu how to be a proper woman."

She pointed to the things on the ground and said, "You should kneel down and copy these two books, 'Women's Virtues' and 'Women's Admonitions,' ten times."

Granny Zhang lifted her robe and sat down on a chair. Immediately, a servant brought her a cup of hot tea.

She picked up the hot tea and took a small sip: "This old servant will watch Miss Lu copy the documents here. Come, prepare the things for Miss Lu."

Zhu Yu glared at Zhang Mama, but the two old women behind him held him down firmly, preventing him from moving. Two other old women brought a low table to Zhu Yu, placed the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone for him, and then stepped aside.

"I want to see the Prince!"

"Ha, do you think you can just see the prince whenever you want?" Granny Zhang glanced at the dark sky outside. "At this hour, the prince should be asleep."

His big bed covered with a mink blanket!

Zhu Yu nearly vomited blood.

The two sides remained deadlocked. Granny Zhang was not in a hurry. She slowly sipped her tea while glancing sideways at Zhu Yu, who was forced to kneel on the ground.

“Miss Lu, this old servant has plenty of time and can spend it with you slowly.”

Zhu Yu closed his eyes, then closed them again, trying to suppress the rising anger in his heart. His body was being held down by the old woman behind him, and the arrow wounds on his arms and shoulders were throbbing with pain. Cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

Zhang Mama, dressed in warm clothes, instructed the old woman beside her, "Come here, take away the charcoal fire in this room."

Zhu Yu gritted his teeth: "I'll copy it!"

The old woman who had been holding Zhu Yu down finally let go.

The charcoal fire inside the room was removed, and Zhu Yu was so cold that he shivered uncontrollably, almost unable to hold his pen.

Zhu Yu's forehead became burning hot again, and he knew that he had developed a high fever again.

Here, inside the main courtyard

After finishing her dinner, Lu Xiaoyun heard Jiang Chuan and Physician Jiang talking outside: "Jiang Chuan, please invite Physician Jiang in."

Jiang Chuan hurriedly pushed open the door, and Physician Jiang entered and respectfully bowed to Lu Xiaoyun.

As Lu Xiaoyun took the handkerchief Jiang handed her to wash her hands, she asked, "How is the Princess's injury?"

Imperial Physician Jiang hurriedly replied, "The Princess Consort was hit by three arrows, which delayed her for so many days, so her injuries are quite serious. Fortunately, they were not in vital areas. The Princess Consort has taken the medicine, and I have just given her acupuncture. I have also given the medicine to the maid for the wound on her face and instructed her on how to use it."

"Yes, anything else?" Lu Xiaoyun nodded.

"Furthermore," Physician Jiang replied, "the Princess Consort's weakness is likely due to premature birth."

Although she was the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's family, her health was actually very poor. This was probably because she had not taken care of herself for many years and had no one to take good care of her since childhood.

Every household has its private affairs. Now, the mistress of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion is a stepmother, and the Zhenguo Duke is away from the mansion most of the year.

But he didn't say that.

Lu Xiaoyun listened attentively.

Physician Jiang added, "When I arrived, the Princess Consort had already developed a high fever."

In ancient times, even a minor cold could be fatal, let alone Zhu Yu, whose injuries were so severe and who now had a high fever.

"Is there any danger to his life?" Lu Xiaoyun asked.

Physician Jiang glanced uncertainly at Lu Xiaoyun, unable to fathom his mistress's thoughts. He wondered to himself, "Is there any danger to her life? Don't you know?"

Everyone says that His Highness Prince An has given all his tenderness to Miss Yong'an. He doesn't care about anyone else, and he can kill anyone he doesn't like.

It was already intriguing enough that he accepted that marriage a month ago, but now it's even more unfathomable.

Lu Xiaoyun frowned as she looked at him. The original owner had given her limited memories, and she knew that the entire household disliked the original owner. She rubbed her temples and said, "Physician Jiang, please speak the truth."

"Yes." Physician Jiang bowed and said, "As long as you get through this high fever and take it easy, the injury will heal. The problem is that if you don't survive this high fever, things will get complicated."

Lu Xiaoyun realized that Physician Jiang had left things unsaid.

Whether or not she can survive today's high fever depends entirely on a single word from this "Prince An".

That courtyard was too dilapidated, the windows were drafty, and the blankets were too thin. The injuries on his body had been left untreated for so many days. With such severe injuries and the addition of a cold, without medicine, it would only make matters worse. It wouldn't be long before that person died.