The man with the bamboo basket had no idea that the seemingly delicate woman in front of him was already thinking a great deal.
He pointed at the person on the ground, "Is this your man? Or some prince? Tsk tsk, you have such poor taste. He's nothing but a pretty face. When you rolled down the hillside, he showed you no mercy. He used you as a cushion and then just threw you away. If it weren't for me, you would be dead."
Only then did Zhu Yu notice the person who had been thrown onto the couch to the side.
His lips twitched involuntarily. The person on the bed had a face covered in mud, making it almost impossible to see their true appearance. Their clothes were filthy and hung haphazardly like rags, with several tears revealing crisscrossing scars underneath.
He, on the other hand, was dressed in men's clothes, but he was extremely clean and had a faint scent of soap.
Zhu Yu asked, "What's wrong with her?"
The man with the bamboo basket curled his lip, looking utterly disgusted: "He was injured, rolled down the mountain, and passed out. He won't die."
"Injuried?"
The man with the bamboo basket nodded: "Yeah, judging from your appearance, you probably encountered an assassination attempt or something. Anyway, he has quite a few injuries. You were probably running away, but you slipped and rolled down the mountain, and I just happened to pick you up."
"Lu Xiaoyun, who exactly is this prince you've found? Why would anyone want to kill you? We've watched so many TV dramas and we know very well that in ancient times, when princes fought for the throne, apart from the one who actually got the throne, very few of them had a good ending."
"Also, look at all those old and new scars all over his body. They're obviously from the battlefield. We can't keep a man like that, no matter how handsome he is. It's more important for him to stay alive. When he wakes up, we'll either get him a divorce or we'll just divorce him."
"If your family doesn't want you anymore, come with me, and I'll take care of you."
Zhu Yu's eyelids twitched violently again.
"Sister, did you hear that?"
Sister?!
Zhu Yu's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the handsome man before him and asked, "You said I'm your older sister?"
The man with the bamboo basket nodded: "Yes, it's my real sister. You still haven't recognized me? I'm your younger brother, Lu Yuyan. Sister, you didn't fall and make yourself stupid, did you?"
He pointed to the cinnabar birthmark behind his ear, which was almost identical to Zhu Yu's: "Look, I brought it with me when I transmigrated. It's a symbol of our sibling relationship."
Zhu Yu stared at the person in front of him. Lu Xiaoyun only had one older brother, Lu Yucheng, who was taken in by the Duke of Zhenguo. He had never heard of him having any younger brother.
The Duchess of Zhenguo died during childbirth, and as a result, she was regarded as a jinx by everyone in the Zhenguo Duke's mansion.
The stepmother had two daughters and a son, and her relationship with Lu Xiaoyun was extremely poor. It was impossible for her to be as intimate with her as the person in front of her was.
Most importantly, the stepson is only seven or eight years old, while the boy in front of him is at least fifteen or sixteen.
The Duke of Zhenguo was an upright man, and it was impossible for him to have a mistress or an illegitimate child.
That stepmother was said to be the old lady of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion at the time, who was also Lu Xiaoyun's grandmother. She secretly took in the orphan of the old subordinate of the Zhenguo Duke. Two years after Lu Xiaoyun's birth mother passed away, she gave birth to twin daughters and was then promoted to the position of principal wife by the old lady.
Looking at the person in front of him, although he was dressed in rough leather and linen clothes, his eyes were clear, his features were three-dimensional, and he was very tall. In particular, his phoenix eyes were almost exactly the same as his current ones.
This person must be related to Lu Xiaoyun by blood!
His secret guards couldn't possibly have missed something so important.
Where did he come from?
Lu Yuyan then pointed to the jade bracelet on Zhu Yu's wrist: "Hey, sister, is this the system you brought with you from your time travel? What do the scores on it mean?"
He shifted his position and said excitedly, "Sister, does this system mean you have an inexhaustible supply of gold and silver? Why don't you buy your brother a couple of pretty girls to serve him first?"
Zhu Yu held up his hand in front of Lu Yuyan with a puzzled look: "Can you see the words on it?"
Lu Yuyan didn't notice anything wrong with Zhu Yu, but touched his forehead and said, "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense? How come I can't see these big characters that are so obvious?"
Zhu Yu turned his face away from Lu Yuyan's outstretched hand; he was very uncomfortable with physical contact with other people.
He asked Li Feng, but Li Feng couldn't see the words at all. However, the person in front of him could see them clearly. Did this mean that the body swap between him and Lu Xiaoyun was related to him?
And what exactly does he mean by "system," "golden finger," and "time travel"?
Could it be that Lu Xiaoyun and this man conspired to swap their bodies?
Zhu Yu's gaze turned even colder.
A chilling aura emanated from her body. Suddenly, she grabbed Lu Yuyan's wrist. Although she was in a woman's body and lacked strength, she accurately grasped Lu Yuyan's pressure points: "Speak, who exactly are you, and what is your relationship with Lu... with this princess? Also, what did you mean by what you just said?"
Lu Yuyan suddenly lost all strength: "Hey, sister, sister, let go, let go, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. You still say you're not my sister? Back in modern times, you couldn't beat me, so you liked to pinch this pressure point on my hand. I was the one who taught you how to deal with scumbags, and you used it on me. Quick, let go, let go, sister, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
"Tell me, who exactly are you!"
"Ouch, let go, it hurts! You're really not my sister?"
Zhu Yu snorted coldly.
Now, Lu Yuyan was certain that this arrogant woman was not his gentle older sister. Although she looked exactly like his sister Lu Xiaoyun and had that cinnabar mole, his sister Lu Xiaoyun did not have that sharp, murderous aura.
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