"Your Majesty, you are in good health. You can enjoy the plum blossoms, water the flowers, or do some Buddhist rituals every day. Your days will be very pleasant. Your master will naturally be even more filial to you."
After saying this, Wu Chuan left with all the servants from Yunmei Garden.
Consort Duan stared blankly. "Yu'er, you are my son, my son! How could you do this? How could you do this!"
These past few years have been incredibly difficult for me, like walking on thin ice. You shouldn't have done that.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of sticks striking flesh reached everyone's ears, sending chills down their spines and making their hearts pound. Several timid ones shrank back, trembling behind their companions, trying their best to make themselves inconspicuous.
"Lu Xiaoyun, you'll die a horrible death! You ruined me, you killed me! I'll be waiting for you down there!"
"Lu Xiaoyun, I curse you to never have the love you desire and never have your wishes fulfilled in this lifetime!"
Wow, that's ruthless!
Unfortunately, Lu Xiaoyun didn't believe in these things.
She sneered, watching the number on the ring rise rapidly. With Zhu Yu's brush with death that afternoon, the score had now reached - points.
Apart from the fat woman's curses and the sound of the paddle hitting flesh and drawing blood, there was no other sound in the room. The maids who had just been bought by Yuan Xiu had never seen servants being beaten and killed like this in the home of a high-ranking official, and they were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.
Upon hearing the fat woman's vicious curses, Jiang Chuan shouted at the two executioners, "Are they all dead? Can't you gag her filthy mouth?!"
Immediately, someone took off their ugly socks and stuffed them into the fat woman's mouth.
The fat woman was covered in fat, and when the board hit her, she bounced up, sending flesh and blood flying.
Yan'er was forced to stand closest to the fat woman by two guards. A lot of her grandmother's flesh and blood flew onto her. After screaming in agony, she finally couldn't take it anymore and fainted.
Xi Yi ordered someone to bring cold water, and a basin of water was poured over her head and face. Yan'er was awakened by the splash, her eyes wide with terror: "It wasn't me, it's not my fault, it's not my fault..."
In no time, the fat woman's back was beaten until the skin was torn and the flesh was ripped open, and the crisp cracking sound of bones breaking could be heard by everyone present.
Half an hour later, the fat woman, having endured enough torture, finally breathed her last.
Xi Yi ordered his men to drag Yan'er, who was lying on the ground like a madwoman, away: "She's incredibly audacious, daring to offer herself to the master. Men, take her to the Xishan Military Camp for the fifteen soldiers to enjoy! The master has ordered that as long as she has a breath left, no one should rest!"
Several maids who had harbored secret feelings for Prince An turned deathly pale with fright.
Fifteen thousand hot-blooded men! Even if there were prostitutes in the army, once this girl named Yan'er was sent there, what good would come of it for her?
They won't stop until it's completely rotten!
...
Thanks to Wu Chuan, Feng Yan suffered internal injuries again. Fortunately, Physician Jiang arrived in time, but even so, Feng Yan was almost dead.
After regaining some strength, Lu Yuyan went to see Feng Yan, took his pulse, shook his head and sighed: "Originally, the external injuries had almost healed and only the internal injuries needed to be treated. Now, Feng Yan will be unconscious for another two days."
Wu Chuan's face turned red. He stood to the side with his head down, not saying a word, wishing he could slap himself twice.
Physician Jiang felt he must have prayed to the wrong deity, for he had somehow gotten himself into a mess with Prince An's mansion. He was running to Prince An's mansion every few days; anyone who didn't know better would think he had boarded Prince An's pirate ship.
Seeing Lu Yuyan arrive, he breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and hurriedly bowed to Lu Xiaoyun as she entered to say goodbye.
Lu Xiaoyun said, "I have already ordered people to prepare clothes for Physician Jiang. Why don't you take a bath, change your clothes, have a meal, and get a good night's rest? I will have someone send you off tomorrow. Physician Jiang has worked hard during this time."
Physician Jiang dared not stay any longer and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, I'll return to my residence. With Brother Lu here, he's much more useful than I am."
Lu Yuyan chuckled: "What, you're not going to learn the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle anymore?"
Who wouldn't want to learn? But the Nine-Turn Resurrection Needle technique isn't something anyone can master; it demands extremely high talent. Today, in the Empress Dowager's Cisui Palace, watching Mr. Lu's acupuncture techniques, I felt ashamed that even if I were twenty years younger, I probably still wouldn't be able to learn it.
Physician Jiang suppressed his burning desire and shook his head, saying, "Young Brother Lu, why tease this old man? You know perfectly well that I don't have the talent in this area. Forcing me to learn will only harm my body and myself."
Lu Yuyan chuckled softly and patted Physician Jiang on the shoulder: "Brother!"
Lu Xiaoyun did not insist on keeping him, and instructed people to prepare a carriage to send Physician Jiang back safely.
That night, Lu Yuyan slept next to Feng Yan in case Feng Yan developed a fever in the middle of the night, while Wu Chuan kept his eyes open and watched him all night.
Li Feng sobbed, saying that she should have stayed by her young mistress's side the whole time. She had only been away for a short while when her mistress was killed by the fat grandmother and granddaughter. She said that even if she died a thousand times, she would still be to blame.
The little girl kept crying and it didn't help much, so Lu Xiaoyun told her to go and rest.
Lu Xiaoyun then personally washed Zhu Yu's body and changed his clothes.
Zhu Yu didn't wake up until midnight. A small, warm yellow lamp was lit in the room, and it was extremely quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the candle wick.
There was someone lying next to me, his small, jade-like hand being enveloped by a large, warm hand.
Zhu Yu looked up and saw that even in her sleep, Lu Xiaoyun had a furrowed brow.
It's clear she was extremely worried about herself.
Zhu Yu's heart seemed to be filled with something once again.
"Zhu Yu, don't die, hold on..." A low murmur came from the sleeping man's mouth.
Zhu Yu swallowed hard, and slowly stroked Lu Xiaoyun's ink-black hair with his other hand.
Lu Xiaoyun was startled awake and abruptly raised her head. Seeing Zhu Yu looking at her with his eyes open, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Zhu Yu, you're awake, that's great. How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you? I'll go call Ayan to come and take a look."
Seeing how anxious Lu Xiaoyun was about him, Zhu Yu felt as if something was blocking his throat. He tugged at the corners of his mouth, finally revealing a slight smile, and gently shook his head.
Lu Xiaoyun hurriedly got up, but after lying by the bed for most of the night, her whole body was numb. She swayed and almost fell to the ground.
"Be careful..." Zhu Yu tried to help, but the movement aggravated the injury on his back, causing him to gasp in pain.
Lu Xiaoyun smiled faintly and steadied herself by holding onto the edge of the bed: "It's okay, my legs are just numb."
She walked to the table, poured a glass of water, helped Zhu Yu up, held him close to her chest, and brought the glass to his lips, feeding him small sips of the warm water until he finished it.
Then she fed Zhu Yu a bowl of millet porridge that had been kept warm.
Lu Xiaoyun placed the bowl on a low table to the side and helped Zhu Yu lie down: "You've been poisoned, and your injuries haven't healed yet. You need to rest more."
Zhu Yu refused and clung to her, saying, "Are you worried about me?"
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