The old emperor looked at his hands, clenched them, and saw that his fingers were now separated by gaps due to his advanced age.

Thinking of this, the old emperor glanced at Zhang Zhongwei silently and asked, "How is Consort Duan doing at the Prince An's residence?"

Zhang Zhongwei replied, "Your Majesty, rest assured, Consort Duan is the birth mother of Prince An, and His Highness treats her extremely well. I heard that His Highness has settled Consort Duan in Yunmei Garden, where many varieties of red plum blossoms collected by His Highness from all over the Great Zhou have been planted. Now the garden is full of red plum blossoms, and Consort Duan must be extremely happy."

The old emperor gave a soft "hmm" and waved his hand, saying, "Very well, convey my decree to confer the title of Noble Consort Duan. She shall continue to reside in the Prince An's residence and shall be exempted from coming to the palace to pay her respects on the first and fifteenth of each month. If there is no decree, let her stay in the Prince An's residence in peace."

Zhang Shunde was startled and suddenly looked up at the old emperor. The emperor wanted to bestow the title of Imperial Concubine upon a concubine who had been abandoned in his son's residence.

There were already two other concubines in the palace, so what was the Emperor planning...?

After saying this, the old emperor lay down and continued to sleep.

Meanwhile, in the Flying Snow Garden of Prince An's Mansion...

Ever since "Prince An" left, Li Feng has been in a daze. The prince understood her too well.

Zhu Yu lay on the bed, clutching his stomach and looking at the blankly staring maid, his brows twitching twice.

"Li Feng, what are you standing there for?"

Li Feng turned around in a daze, glanced at the young lady lying on the bed who didn't even know how to handle her period, and then looked outside.

Something just doesn't seem right about this.

"Miss..."

"how?"

"You and Your Highness, the two of you..."

Zhu Yu's heart skipped a beat. Could this silly girl have also noticed something was wrong? No, if that system backfired and he could never return to his body, he would be doomed.

Zhu Yu took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "What do you mean 'we'? Don't you know that the Prince has always been fond of Miss Yong'an and was planning to marry her after the New Year? Naturally, he inquired about everything about the woman before the marriage, including her menstrual cycle."

Zhu Yu spoke the last few words through gritted teeth.

Li Feng suddenly realized and nodded emphatically: "Yes, yes, Miss, you are absolutely right. The Prince is such a gentle and good husband. How can the Prince be so good? Hey, Miss, now the Prince is your husband. You're going to be very happy from now on."

Zhu Yu rolled his eyes at Li Feng, annoyed. What was so great about Lu Xiaoyun? All she did was talk, and it was all paid for by him.

Hmph, she knows how to flatter people.

"Stop nagging! Hurry up and get some brown sugar ginger tea, and also get a hot water bottle. Don't you see my stomach is upset?"

"Alright, Miss, please bear with it for a moment. I'll get you a hot water bottle to warm you up."

Zhu Yu gave a soft "hmm," closed his eyes, and felt the waves of warmth assaulting his buttocks.

When Li Feng changed his menstrual pad just now, he saw that it was already soaked in such a short time. Now that half an hour has passed, does it need to be changed again?

Has this new piece been soaked through again?

Has anything leaked out?

Are the sheets stained again?

God, please, give me back my body!

Zhu Yu wore a bitter expression. Maybe he should just sit on the chamber pot for seven days; this was too damn torturous.

Lost in thought, Li Feng came over with a hot water bottle, lifted the blanket and placed it on Zhu Yu's stomach: "Miss, please cover yourself. I'll go make some brown sugar ginger tea."

"You, you don't go, change my menstrual belt first..." Zhu Yu said, not even daring to look at Li Feng.

What kind of situation is this? The dignified Prince An of the Great Zhou Dynasty has to humble himself and beg a little maid for a piece of rag!

Li Feng, unsuspecting, asked, "Miss, are you feeling unwell?"

Zhu Yu nodded with a bitter face.

As Li Feng helped the hunched-over Zhu Yu out of bed to go to the bathroom, she said, "Miss, I told you before when we were at the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion that you should put a hot water bottle on your stomach and drink some brown sugar ginger tea when you have your period."

“But you said that Madam said that this would make menstruation come more heavily and would affect your ability to conceive in the future. Miss, I didn’t dare to tell you the truth before, but now that we’re at Prince An’s mansion, I still want to say that Madam lied to you about these things.”

"Your uterine coldness is too severe. If you don't treat it properly, it will affect your ability to conceive. Besides, if what Madam said is true, why does Madam instruct the servants to take good care of the Second Miss every time she has her period, with hot water bottles constantly being provided, and brown sugar ginger tea being given to the Second Miss several days before her period?"

“Miss, you trusted Madam too much before.”

Zhu Yu was hunched over, clutching his stomach with one hand, his face ashen. Lu Xiaoyun had said something about "pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger"! Ha, she's really good at pretending to be a pig, she's even willing to sacrifice her own body.

Now it's his turn to have his period, and it's going to hurt like hell!

At this moment, in Cisui Palace.

Consort Duan sat to the left of the Empress Dowager: "Empress Dowager, I heard that your cough flared up a few days ago."

The Empress Dowager waved her hand: "It's an old problem. It happens every year around this time. I'm used to it. It's nothing."

The Empress Dowager sighed softly to herself. Sure enough, as soon as Imperial Physician Jiang was summoned to the palace, she couldn't sit still. She wondered what he was here for.

Ultimately, he's someone with no real ability.

Granny Liu said worriedly, "Your Highness, don't you know? The Empress Dowager likes to only report good news and not bad news. These past few days, she has been suffering from headaches and has been unable to sleep at night."

Consort Duan remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she scoffed. "I can't even make her die of pity. How can this old hag live so long? The late emperor has been dead for over twenty years, and her son is over fifty. How can she live so long?"

"Your Majesty, please take good care of your health. Your long life and good health are a blessing for the people of Great Zhou, for the Emperor, and for us as well."

The Empress Dowager chuckled twice: "I know, I will take good care of my health."

Consort Duan clenched her handkerchief tightly in her hand. "Take care of yourself, my foot! Who asked you to take care of yourself?"

"How is Yu'er's injury?" the Empress Dowager asked.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I'm much better. Physician Jiang is very skilled. He said I'm fine now and will recover completely after taking the medicine for another half month."

The Empress Dowager patted her chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with lingering fear, "It scared this old woman to death! Who had the audacity to assassinate a prince?"

Consort Duan lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed and unsure how to answer.

The Empress Dowager glanced at Consort Duan and asked, "Yu'er, have you found any leads?"

Consort Duan smiled awkwardly: "Yu'er doesn't want me to worry about these things."

She had been at Prince An's residence for several days regarding the assassination attempt, but had forgotten to ask about it.

His expression turned somewhat unpleasant for a moment.