Lu Xiaoyun glared at Jiang Chuan, thinking, "I've seen stupid people before, but I've never seen anyone this stupid."
That little maid is so timid, if she really knew something, how could she have hidden it so well and never been discovered?
If she had been discovered, given the typical tactics of palace intrigue, would she still be alive today?
Or, who in the palace would discuss such matters?
Isn't it obvious that the emperor wants his son dead?
Jiang Chuan, Jiang Chuan, it's not easy for you to have survived until now in front of Zhu Yu.
But that's alright, at least this stupid teammate is easier to fool than a shrewd one. Lu Xiaoyun said, "Find a doctor to treat her properly, but don't rush things, lest we alert her."
Jiang Chuan thought to himself, "As expected of His Highness Prince An, he can think of things that they can't." So he immediately agreed and withdrew.
As soon as he stepped out of the study, he saw Li Feng entangled with two guards.
He glanced at Li Feng with annoyance, then lowered his voice and snapped, "Gag her and throw her out. If she disturbs the Prince, you'll have plenty of heads to chop off!"
Knowing that Jiang Chuan was a trusted confidant of Zhu Yu, Li Feng disregarded her own safety and kowtowed three times: "My lord, please let me see the prince. Please find a doctor for my young lady. My young lady will be in serious trouble if she continues to have such a high fever. Please, my lord."
Jiang Chuan glanced at her and said, "The Prince has already shown leniency by allowing you to come in and take care of her. Don't push your luck and be ungrateful!"
Seeing that the two guards still didn't make a move, he scolded, "What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the prince to kick you out too!"
The two guards trembled, and one of them, without saying a word, took off his sock and stuffed it into Li Feng's mouth.
Li Feng almost fainted from the fumes, but she held on. She couldn't faint; she had to beg the prince to save her young lady, or she would die.
So he struggled desperately, his already dirty clothes became even more disheveled on the slush, and he even kicked off one of his shoes.
But how could a small, weak woman like her escape from the strong guards? She was dragged towards Feixue Garden.
The snow has stopped, and the snow on the roads of the Prince's Mansion has been cleared away. The area is covered in silver, but it is not desolate; rather, it has a unique charm.
At this moment, Consort Duan, accompanied by Zhang Mama and others, was leisurely enjoying the scenery of the Prince's mansion. She had never been to the Prince's mansion before, and seeing it today, it was not bad at all.
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