With his brother's life hanging by a thread, Zhu Yu sent Qi Yu to the Prince An's residence to inform Lu Xiaoyun before leaving.
Upon seeing Lu Yucheng lying in a pool of blood, his life hanging in the balance, the Duke of Zhenguo felt a wave of dizziness wash over him and nearly fainted.
The imperial physician is examining his injuries.
"Imperial Physician, how is my son's injury?" The Duke of Zhenguo's voice trembled; he dared not think about it.
The imperial physician looked grave and shook his head: "The wound is too deep; I dare not pull it out."
The hairpin must have been stuck in a spot that Fang had practiced repeatedly; it was practically stuck in his heart. If it were pulled out, the bleeding would be unstoppable.
If he doesn't pull it out, Lu Yucheng won't be able to hold on for much longer.
In other words, Lu Yucheng is doomed this time.
The Duke of Zhenguo was a general who had led troops, fought battles, been wounded, and even killed people. He could tell at first glance that Cheng'er was beyond saving from such an injury.
His face was a blur, and only one sentence remained: Cheng'er is beyond saving!
He placed high hopes on his son, taking him under his wing from the age of eight and personally teaching him everything from the Four Books and Five Classics to the Six Arts of a Gentleman.
The Lu family army in southern Xinjiang will eventually be handed over to him.
The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion will eventually be handed over to him.
But now, he lies quietly in a pool of blood, his fate unknown.
The Duke of Zhenguo was heartbroken.
Fang must have planned this for a long time. He had seen this hairpin before; she was wearing it the day she was taken away by the officials from the Jingzhao Prefecture.
However, it seems that on the few times I saw Fang Shi, she almost always wore this hairpin. It turned out that this hairpin was specially made, with the head polished into an extremely sharp blade and hidden inside the outer shell.
The imperial physician bowed deeply to the Duke of Zhenguo and said, "Please forgive me for being unable to help."
The implication was that the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion should prepare for the heir's funeral as soon as possible.
Upon hearing this, all the prison guards knelt down.
Zhu Yufeng's eyes swept over Fang, who had fainted from the pain.
The severed arms lay scattered to the side, blood still gushing from the wounds, but no one went to stop the bleeding.
Zhu Yu pulled out a jailer's knife and walked towards Fang Shi. He was going to kill her and cut her into a thousand pieces!
The jailer was startled: "Miss Lu, no!"
Although Fang is a death row inmate and seriously injured the young master of Lu, she is subject to the law. If Miss Lu were to rashly use private punishment, she would also be held accountable.
Zhu Yu's cold gaze swept over like a knife, and the jailer took a step back in fright.
The sharp tip of the knife scraped against the blue stone of the prison, making a grating sound.
"Xiao Yun, put the knife down!" the Duke of Zhenguo shouted, his eyes red.
Zhu Yu turned a deaf ear.
The Duke of Zhenguo remained silent. Fang Shi deserved to die! If his daughter was to be punished for this, he would risk losing his position as Duke of Zhenguo and his old life to seek justice for his daughter.
Lu Yuyi suffered only minor injuries, and she and Lu Jinpei huddled in a corner, crying uncontrollably. They saw their eldest sister's eyes were like a wolf's, as if she wanted to tear their mother to pieces. They didn't dare to say a word, and the two of them huddled together, trembling.
"Get out!" Zhu Yu shouted angrily at the two men.
Lu Jinpei and Lu Yuyi were so frightened that their legs went weak and they could no longer walk; their faces were ashen.
Two jailers came up and led them out.
Fang seemed to sense the murderous intent coming at her and suddenly woke up. When she saw Lu Xiaoyun's murderous eyes, she was so frightened that she trembled and, ignoring the intense pain in her two severed arms, kicked her feet and desperately retreated.
His face was ashen and covered in cold sweat; it was hard to tell whether he was frightened or in pain.
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me..."
Only then did Fang truly feel the approach of death, and she kept pleading.
Lu Xiaoyun rushed in at this moment. The first thing she saw was her brother lying in a pool of blood and the imperial physician shaking his head and sighing. Then she saw Zhu Yu, who was carrying a knife and approaching Fang Shi step by step.
She had already ordered Feng Yan to pick up A Yan. Fortunately, A Yan had set off a few days ago. When she left, A Yan was already about fifty miles away from the capital in the suburbs.
Zhu Yu is now in her body. She is Prince An, a prince. She can kill Fang Shi and no one dares to say anything, but Zhu Yu cannot.
Upon seeing "Prince An," Fang's heart trembled even more violently. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she struggled to get up from the ground and tried to bypass Lu Xiaoyun and run away.
Lu Xiaoyun had gotten used to having that soft sword wrapped around her waist. She drew the soft sword from her waist, passed Zhu Yu, and swung it. A cold light flashed across the gloomy prison, and a head that was still attached to a neck a moment ago suddenly flew out, rolled to the corner of the wall, and then came to a stop.
A jet of blood gushed out into the air.
Blood splattered on Lu Xiaoyun and Zhu Yu, including their faces, but neither of them blinked.
Fang's body crashed to the ground with a thud.
The imperial physician was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
Ignoring the burning blood on her face, Lu Xiaoyun coldly ordered, "Drag her out and chop her up to feed the dogs!"
The jailers didn't dare to utter a sound. Who would dare disobey His Highness Prince An's order? Immediately, several jailers got up and dragged the corpse away, picked up the head, and even the two severed arms were dragged out.
The Duke of Zhenguo's face was full of sorrow and despair. Why did he have Cheng'er bring them here? Fang Shi was dead, so why did he have to let the two children come to see her one last time?
It was he who harmed Cheng'er; the Duke of Zhenguo felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
He reached out to hug Lu Yucheng, but Lu Xiaoyun quickly stopped him, saying, "Your Excellency, don't touch him!"
The Duke of Zhenguo's eyes were already red, tears streaming down his face as he choked out, "This old minister thanks Your Highness Prince An. My son... this old minister will take him back to the manor..."
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