Not only that, he was also suddenly shoved by one of the servants. If Li Feng hadn't reacted quickly and caught him, he probably would have fallen to the ground.

Yuan Xiu gave a light snort and said to the servants, "You all better keep your eyes peeled. If this woman touches either of them, give them an extra stroke of the rod. If she pulls them apart, give them five more strokes! After they've been punished, you'll all have to go and receive your own punishment!"

As the two maids endured the torture, they glared resentfully at Zhu Yu: "Get out! Don't pretend to be kind here, get out!"

The servants wouldn't let Zhu Yu take another step forward.

Zhu Yu was furious. He walked up to Yuan Xiu, raised his hand, and was about to teach Yuan Xiu a lesson. No matter what, he was now the princess of the royal palace. Even if that woman was not well-liked, he was sure that Yuan Xiu would not dare to act recklessly.

But to everyone's surprise, when Yuan Xiu saw that this woman dared to lay a hand on him, a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips. He grabbed Zhu Yu's wrist and shoved him to the ground.

"Lu Xiaoyun, look carefully! This is the Prince An's Mansion, not the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion, where you can do whatever you want! The rules of the Prince's Mansion will not allow you to run wild here!"

Zhu Yu was no match for Yuan Xiu in his current state. With a push, he fell to the ground. The bluestone slabs on the ground were cold and hard, and he gasped in pain as the wound on his back reopened.

Li Feng cried out and quickly helped Zhu Yu up.

Zhu Yu's face grew even paler, but he stubbornly maintained his composure: "Hmph, I never knew that the rules of the Prince's Mansion allowed a servant to lay a hand on his master!"

Yuan Xiu sneered, leaned close to Zhu Yu, and sneered, "What, is the Princess Consort planning to complain about me to the Prince? Fine, I'll wait here. Go ahead and complain! Let's see if the Prince will protect you, this wicked woman, or believe me, this loyal servant! You caused the death of your own mother, and now that you've come to the Prince An's residence, you almost caused the Prince to die as well!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeve and strode away.

Zhu Yu was so angry that he wanted to tear him to pieces. He had finally seen Yuan Xiu's true colors today!

Well done, one by one, behind his back, such is his true character!

Li Feng said, "Miss, let's go. He is the head steward of the Prince An's mansion. We can't fight against him. Besides, we've already wasted too much time."

If Consort Duan were to use this as an excuse to punish Miss, how could her body withstand it? Miss's injuries have only just begun to heal.

"Oh dear, Miss, your clothes are dirty. What should we do?" It snowed lightly again yesterday evening, and Zhu Yu's skirt was stained with mud as soon as the butler pushed her to the ground.

Zhu Yu glanced at it and said indifferently, "It's alright, let's go."

They had already wasted too much time; if they went back to Feixue Garden to change clothes, it would be too late.

Besides, this is the only slightly elegant dress the young lady owns; the rest are either bright red, bright purple, bright blue, or bright green, with extremely flamboyant colors. It would be better not to change.

Along the way, no one dared to look at him again; all they did was curse him in their hearts.

By the time they arrived at Yunmei Garden, it was already 1:15 AM.

I was a full quarter of an hour late.

Consort Duan was already sitting there properly waiting for him, feeling a thousand times, ten thousand times, dissatisfied with "Lu Xiaoyun".

Zhu Yu lifted his front foot, about to step in.

Consort Duan slammed her teacup down on the table, causing it to sway and spill a few drops of tea.

Li Feng trembled in fright, clinging tightly to Zhu Yu, her face pale: "Miss, Miss."

Zhu Yu watched indifferently.

Zhang Mama understood immediately. She puffed out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and used her body to push him out.

Seeing the pair of huge breasts approaching him, Zhu Yu's forehead veins throbbed, and he retreated repeatedly.

"Your Highness, how dare you come in? Don't you know what time it is? Is this how you serve tea? You dare to be late for your first formal meeting with your mother-in-law? Ha, is Your Highness trying to intimidate Her Majesty?"

"Unfortunately, you've miscalculated! The authority of the royal family cannot be challenged by the daughter of a mere subject! This is utter disrespect; you show no regard for Consort Duan!"

Princess? Ha, just two days ago she was calling her Miss Lu, and today she's asking him to serve her tea so she can humiliate him again and suddenly she's calling herself a princess.

My mother always does these shameful things.

"Zhang Mama, make her kneel outside. Don't let her get in my way here. Kneel for a full hour before letting her in." Consort Duan picked up her teacup, blew away the floating tea, and spoke slowly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Granny Zhang reached out and shoved Zhu Yu hard on his injured shoulder. Zhu Yu felt a sharp pain in his wound, and his face turned even paler. He staggered backward.

Li Feng quickly caught him, but Zhang Mama kneed Zhu Yu's leg, and both Li Feng and Zhu Yu fell down on the corridor.

Li Feng instinctively reached out to grab Zhu Yu's falling body, but by sheer coincidence, he grabbed Zhu Yu's wound instead.

Zhu Yu gasped in pain, clenching his fists and bracing himself on the ground. His body trembled with pain, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. Although the blood hadn't seeped through the thick winter clothes, the wound had undoubtedly reopened.

"Ah, Miss, I... I didn't mean to." Li Feng was quite frightened and hurriedly tried to help Zhu Yu up.

"Don't move, let me catch my breath." At this moment, Zhu Yu's entire face was as white as the frost in winter, as if it might wither away with a gust of wind.

Just how fragile is Lu Xiaoyun's body? Her injuries have been recurring for so many days, yet there's been no improvement whatsoever.

Li Feng's eyes were filled with tears, and he was at a loss for what to do.

Granny Zhang tilted her head back, snorted coldly, and looked down at the two people, master and servant, lying on the ground, a smug and contemptuous smile on her lips.

She pointed to the bluestone slabs outside the courtyard and sneered, "Please, Your Highness."

Zhu Yu looked up and saw the woman sitting next to Consort Duan.

It's Yong'an!

It's Yong'an!

Why is she here? Has her fever subsided? Has her cold gotten better?

His heart felt as if it had been warmed by lukewarm water. After so many days of being cold, his heart gradually warmed up, and even the stinging pain in his shoulder seemed to have eased a lot.

For so many days, apart from Li Feng, who is simple-minded and knows nothing, no one cares about him.

And at that moment, Yong'an arrived.

Lu Xiaoyun had said that she would demote him to a concubine and marry Yong'an into the Prince's mansion.

At that time, whether he is a princess or a concubine, Yong'an, with her gentle and kind nature, will surely get along very well with him.

Even if he can't switch back to his original body in the short term, as long as Yong'an is there, he won't have to wait too long for this day to come.

So what if he scored over 900 points? So what if he couldn't bribe his way out? It doesn't matter if his mother doesn't like him right now.

As long as Yong'an is there, everything will become simple.

She will help him gradually gain the approval of everyone around him, and then gradually reduce the score on the bracelet until it returns to his body.

Therefore, he can treat Yong'an as a sister for the time being.