Zhu Yu nearly fainted, because not only did the broken jade bracelet in his eyes remain completely still, but several bright red words also appeared: "Malicious damage to the system, 500 points penalty!"
The worst part was that his wrist was bleeding profusely and he was in excruciating pain. Cold sweat was pouring down his forehead, and he probably had broken the bones.
Lu Yuyan grabbed Zhu Yu's left hand and said angrily, "What are you doing! This is my sister's body. If you want to die, don't drag my sister down with you!"
Zhu Yu was in so much pain that cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his face turned almost transparently white. Blood immediately stained a large area of the bed sheet.
"Ayan, hurry, stop the bleeding! Holy crap, my beautiful little arm! Zhu Yu, are you out of your mind?"
Lu Xiaoyun rushed over and grabbed Lu Yuyan's clothes draped over the bed to cover Zhu Yu's bleeding wrist.
Zhu Yu was trembling with pain.
Lu Yuyan had no choice but to take out the silver needles he had ground over the past few days and insert them into several acupoints on Zhu Yu's arm. He then brought clean water to wash the wound and tore off clean strips of cloth and some herbs he had collected over the past two days to stop the bleeding.
Clearly, the force he applied was not light at all, and the pain was so intense that Zhu Yu almost felt like he was going to die. The veins on his forehead bulged out one by one. The injuries he had suffered on the battlefield before were much more serious than this, but he had never experienced such excruciating pain as he was today.
After half a cup of tea, the bleeding finally stopped, and Lu Xiaoyun sat back down with a thud: "Zhu Yu, don't waste your energy. This bracelet can't be removed until our bodies are switched back."
Zhu Yu gritted his teeth and said coldly, "What if I were to cut off this arm with my sword? I refuse to believe in such superstitions!"
Lu Yuyan said fiercely, "You dare! What kind of lousy prince are you? If you dare to do anything to my sister's body again, I'll risk my life to make you pay!"
After saying that, he turned to Lu Xiaoyun and said, "Sister, let's lock him up somewhere, give him two stinky steamed buns every day, keep him alive, just don't let him die. Then we can go back to the Prince An's Mansion in peace and be your prince!"
"He's eating and drinking the best food every day, it'll drive him crazy!"
“I think this place is perfect. It’s secluded at the foot of the mountain, and no one will be able to find it. Besides, didn’t you say that the Duke of Zhenguo and his son are rarely in Shengjing City, and the stepmother doesn’t care about the original owner of this body? No one will ask about him!”
If anyone dares to harm his own sister, he will make them wish they were dead!
Zhu Yu's face turned frosty as he stared intently at Lu Xiaoyun. Did this woman really dare to do such a thing?!
Lu Xiaoyun pursed her lips.
Lu Yuyan stared into Lu Xiaoyun's eyes: "Sister, what are you still thinking about? This damned prince has never treated you like a human being!"
Lu Xiaoyun shook her head: "Forget it. Although Zhu Yu has many flaws and even caused the death of the original owner, he is still the 'God of War' in the hearts of the people."
"He not only repelled the Northern Qi army, but also eliminated many corrupt officials in the court. In any case, he is worthy of respect in this regard. Moreover, during this time, he has been in my body and has suffered a lot."
Lu Yuyan plopped down: "I knew it, you're soft-hearted, you'll regret it!" If he hadn't understood from his sister's eyes that their lives were tied together by this system, he would have killed him.
Lu Yuyan glared at Zhu Yu, whose face was pale, and said, "My sister is stupid. You treat her like this, and she still wants to take you back."
Zhu Yu looked into Lu Xiaoyun's eyes, his gaze no longer as cold and piercing as before.
Lu Xiaoyun said slowly, "I told you on the first day I arrived here that the fact that our bodies were swapped has nothing to do with me. Whether you believe it or not, I'm telling you again, and this is the last time. If I had that ability, I would never have swapped bodies with you."
Having said that, he was unwilling to say anything more.
Meanwhile, everyone in the Prince An's mansion was mobilized to search for them.
Even so, it did not alarm Consort Duan of Yunmei Garden.
There was no other reason than that those who followed Prince An knew all too well that their master did not want Consort Duan to know about his affairs. Even when he was assassinated on his wedding night and barely survived, he did not mention Consort Duan once after he woke up.
If it weren't for the Empress Dowager's imperial decree ordering Consort Duan to reside in Prince An's residence, perhaps the master wouldn't have mentioned her at this point.
Feng Yan and Jiang Chuan had bloodshot eyes and were soaked to the bone. In the cold winter, they were almost numb from the cold, but they didn't seem to feel the cold.
As time went on and the sky gradually brightened, their premonition grew increasingly ominous.
Without uttering a word, the two, along with their guards and the royal palace's secret guards, thoroughly searched the area, inch by inch, but still found nothing.
Last night's heavy rain washed away all traces.
The prince's heart wound had not yet healed, and he was also carrying an unconscious princess. If this was a scheme by the men in black to lure them away, then the prince and princess might really be in grave danger.
"Slap!" Another hard slap landed on Feng Yan's face. Blood trickled down his face along with the raindrops from his hair. His once cold and handsome face was now covered with countless finger marks from the slaps, a shocking sight.
"I'm an asshole!"
Jiang Chuan's face turned ashen. He had a feeling that the prince and princess had probably been killed by assassins. He was furious and suddenly raised his sword to stab Feng Yan.
"Jiang Chuan!"
"Commander!"
Everyone was shocked. The two masters had not been found yet. What were they up to?
Wu Chuan rushed to Jiang Chuan and struck Jiang Chuan's wrist, which was holding the sword, with a loud bang.
Jiang Chuan's hand went numb, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground. Even so, he had already cut a small gash on Feng Yan's neck, and blood immediately gushed out.
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