"Or as you say, he casually beats you servants to death at the drop of a hat? Fat woman, how can you, a servant, speak ill of your master behind his back like this? What is your crime!"
The fat woman's face paled. That wasn't what she meant. "What I meant was that the food you brought was swept on the floor by Granny Zhang; it has nothing to do with me."
"I'm asking you a question!" Lu Xiao suddenly raised his voice.
The fat woman trembled uncontrollably. On the day Consort Duan entered the mansion, she had inexplicably beaten a palace maid to death. The servants didn't even know what the maid had done to offend Consort Duan, but how could she dare to say anything?
"This servant dares not, this servant knows she was wrong, please forgive me, Your Highness, this servant will never dare to do it again."
Lu Xiaoyun said in a deep voice, "Heh, I think you're quite bold! You actually dare to threaten me with your mother, fat woman, how many heads do you have!"
The fat woman's face turned as white as paper, and she knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I didn't mean it that way, I know I was wrong..."
Lu Xiaoyun sneered: "From this day forward, without my orders, you are not allowed to approach the Princess and Li Feng, nor are you permitted to step into this house! If I find out, ha, fat woman, you should know what the consequences will be. I don't have that much patience!"
She couldn't be like Zhu Yu, who could kill anyone he didn't like without a second thought.
Besides, given Consort Duan's temperament, she might kill the fat woman one minute and then send over a bunch of old women like Zhang Mama the next.
These women are not like fat women. Fat women are stupid and clumsy, but the old women from the palace are all shrewd and resourceful, and they have endless ways to torture people.
The fat woman was so frightened that she felt as if she had been frozen by frost. She lay prostrate on the ground, only able to see the pair of gold-embroidered python boots in front of her.
"Get out of here now," Zhu Yuhan said in a cold voice.
The fat woman suddenly looked up, staring intently at the person on the bed. She had never known that this woman had such a beautiful appearance. Now, with her sickly and delicate appearance, her watery eyes were like a clear spring, and her thin lips and phoenix eyes made her a beauty that could topple kingdoms.
She had such a pitiful and alluring appearance that it was impossible for the hot-blooded Prince An not to be charmed.
Her eyes were filled with malice and malice. If it weren't for "Prince An" being there, he would have loved to tear this woman's face apart and let her bewitching face seduce Prince An.
If this wicked woman dies, and then sends her own delicate granddaughter to Prince An's residence, how could Prince An not be tempted when he sees her?
The fat woman stared at Zhu Yu with resentment, her hands clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her flesh without her noticing.
Lu Xiaoyun shot a cold glint of light at the fat woman.
The fat woman trembled violently as she felt the sharp edge pressing down on her like Mount Tai.
She immediately knelt down and retreated.
Once they were alone in the room, Lu Xiaoyun coughed lightly and took out a book from her bosom—the same vertically formatted, traditional Chinese version of the *Doctrine of the Mean* she had been reading in the study that morning: "Will you teach me?"
Upon seeing this, Zhu Yu's face darkened again, and he roared in fury, "Lu Xiaoyun, is this your 'pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger'?! In my opinion, you don't need to pretend, you're just a pig!"
Lu Xiaoyun: "..."
She strongly suspected that Zhu Yu had a severe case of bipolar disorder.
Zhu Yu was angry, but he still taught in a genuine way.
Lu Xiaoyun's 985 university degree was no joke; she only had Zhu Yu read the book from beginning to end, while she took a pen and marked a few symbols on it that Zhu Yu found strange.
Zhu Yu tossed a small booklet to Lu Xiaoyun: "Don't embarrass me."
Lu Xiaoyun opened it, and there were many small portraits of people, with notes on the side about the person's name, official position, and interpersonal relationships.
Lu Xiaoyun chuckled and waved the book in her hand: "Thanks."
Zhu Yu: "Hmph."
Fortunately, two days ago, when Granny Zhang made him copy "Women's Virtues" and "Women's Precepts" as punishment, she didn't take away his blank notebook, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. This morning, while he was still awake and had the energy, he finished copying Li Feng after sending him away.
...
The cook of the Prince's mansion, seeing that Jiang Chuan had just brought the food an hour ago, asked cautiously, "Guard Jiang, what are your orders, Your Highness? I just finished making plum blossom and jujube paste cake, with freshly picked plum blossoms. I wonder if Your Highness would like it?"
Jiang Chuan glanced at Li Feng, who had been glaring at him the whole way, and said, "Make another serving of the same medicinal cuisine as the Prince and let her take it with her. From now on, the Prince's three meals a day will be sent to Feixue Garden, so that the Prince and Princess Lu... cough, Princess Consort can dine together."
The cook glanced at Li Feng and naturally recognized her as the maidservant of "Miss Lu". For the past two days, this little maidservant had come with a miserable face every day to collect two steamed buns. She had cried, made a fuss, and begged, but no one dared to give her anything else.
Let alone having Consort Duan's orders, the fact that her mistress did such despicable things is enough to make people despise her.
Upon hearing Jiang Chuan's words, the cook wondered if His Highness Prince An was showing mercy to a beautiful woman.
I even ate with her.
But having worked as a servant in the Prince's mansion for a long time, one naturally knows what questions one can ask and what questions one cannot ask.
After all, in this capital city, right under the emperor's nose, it's not uncommon for someone to be a prisoner today, reduced to the dust, and then rise to the top the very next day.
Conversely, those who are still powerful and influential today can turn around and have their entire families executed, falling into a quagmire where anyone can kick them while they're down.
As for Consort Duan's orders,
This is, after all, the Prince An's residence.
The cook hurriedly put on a smile: "So you're the young lady from the Princess's side. I'll have to ask you to wait a bit, though. The Prince finished his medicinal meal at noon. The evening's portion is simmering in the pot, and it'll probably be ready in another half an hour. Guard Jiang, please have a seat."
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