After a cup of tea, Zhu Yu finally finished with the help of Li Feng, the skilled maid. It was much better now; the stiff menstrual belt was no longer digging into his crotch.
Lu Xiaoyun looked at Zhu Yu's slightly relaxed brows and thought for a moment. According to the memories the original owner gave her, the stepmother of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion was a terrible person. Her menstrual belt was the worst and the hardest kind.
It was the same as what the servants in the mansion used, or even worse.
Previously, the original owner dared not move around freely whenever she had her period.
Not only does it leak, but it can also easily chafe the skin on the sides of the thighs.
In addition, the original owner was a fool, and under the coaxing of her stepmother, she thought that menstrual belts were naturally like that.
Li Feng wanted to remind her, but the original owner had been thoroughly mistreated by her stepmother and wouldn't listen to her at all.
Every period was torture for the original owner.
Lu Xiaoyun said, "Li Feng, prepare several high-quality menstrual belts for the princess. They should have a large absorption capacity, and you should pay special attention to using the softest fabric and filling them with clean, soft cotton."
Li Feng: "..."
Is she hallucinating?
Wu Chuan: The prince is too magical; he even knows how to handle menstruation and what kind of treatment is required.
I want something with high absorbency and that's also soft?!
My goodness! Why isn't he leaving? Why is he still standing here listening to the prince say all this?
Li Feng glanced at Wu Chuan, who was standing under the eaves with a troubled expression, and then the two of them walked out of Feixue Garden hand in hand.
Not long after Consort Duan entered Cisui Palace, Zhang Zhongwei returned from Prince An's residence.
Seeing the embarrassed expressions on the faces of the imperial guards at the palace gate, he lifted the carriage curtain and asked, "What's going on? Why do you all look so grim?"
Xiao Song had no choice but to pick up on trivial matters and talk to Zhang Zhongwei, fearing that the emperor would blame him later.
"Oh, you mean Consort Duan has entered the palace?"
"Yes, Granny Liu came to pick me up personally."
Zhang Zhongwei gave Xiao Song a deep look, knowing that things were not as simple as Xiao Song made them out to be; otherwise, their faces wouldn't have looked as grim as if their parents had died.
Inside the imperial palace's sleeping quarters, the old emperor was drinking medicine, attended to by his crown prince, Zhu Zhi.
When the old emperor saw Zhang Zhongwei return, he only glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.
The Third Prince, Zhu Chen, stood to the side with his lips tightly pressed together, watching helplessly as the Crown Prince feigned filial piety before the old emperor. Unable to intervene, he glared venomously at Zhu Zhi while the old emperor was drinking his medicine.
Zhu Zhi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
Seeing that the old emperor had finished his medicine, Zhu Chen immediately offered him a candied fruit: "Father, the medicine is bitter, please have a candied fruit in your mouth."
The old emperor nodded, casually took it, and when he saw Zhang Zhongwei about to test the poison, he glanced at him coldly before putting the candied fruit in his mouth.
Zhang Zhongwei moved his lips, took half a step back, and stood quietly to the side, holding a whisk.
Zhu Zhi tightened his grip on the medicine bowl, then handed it to the eunuch behind him. Seeing that the old emperor was about to lie down, he immediately stepped forward and tucked the blanket around him, saying, "Father, please rest assured, your son will stay by your side."
Zhu Chen immediately replied, "Yes, Father, your health is of utmost importance. Your son will be waiting here with you. Please rest assured."
The old emperor waved his hand at the two of them, his voice aged and weary: "I am fine, you may both leave."
"Father." Zhu Zhi and Zhu Chen said in unison.
The old emperor ignored them and closed his eyes.
Before the two could say anything more, Zhang Zhongwei stopped them, saying, "Your Highness, Third Prince, Imperial Physician Jiang instructed His Majesty to rest well. Both Your Highnesses have been working hard all day, so why don't you go back first? Rest assured, this old servant will take good care of His Majesty."
The two reluctantly glanced at the old emperor, who had already dozed off on the dragon bed, before finally leaving.
As soon as they left the Imperial Palace, the Crown Prince smiled slightly at the Third Prince: "Third Brother, you're quite well-informed. If I'm not mistaken, the Third Prince's residence is quite a distance from the palace, isn't it? How did you get the news so quickly? Heh."
This refers to the Third Prince Zhu Chen planting his own spies among the old emperor's inner circle.
Zhu Chen wasn't annoyed, and smiled lightly in return: "Likewise, Crown Prince, although your Eastern Palace is inside the Imperial Palace, it's still quite a distance from Father's Imperial Bedchamber. Didn't you also get the news so quickly? Do you think Father knows that you've already bribed Zhang Zhongwei's godson?"
Zhu Zhi's expression changed, and he glared fiercely at Zhu Chen.
Zhu Chen smiled faintly and strode away.
Zhu Zhi gritted his teeth and punched and kicked Zhu Chen in the back.
The little eunuch next to him kept his eyes down, his nose down, and huddled up like a quail.
Zhu Zhi kicked him, and the little eunuch's face contorted in pain, but he didn't dare to utter a word.
In the imperial bedchamber, the old emperor opened his eyes.
Zhang Zhongwei hurriedly helped the old emperor up, took a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying, "Your Majesty, your health is of utmost importance, please take a nap."
The old emperor was only faking illness; the medicine he had just drunk was merely a tonic soup prepared for him by Zhou Zijiang.
He took the tea, took a sip, and asked, "You went to the Prince An's residence. Did you see anyone? How is Zhu Yu?"
Zhang Zhongwei immediately replied, "This old servant observes that Prince An's complexion is not very good. Just as Physician Jiang said, His Highness Prince An's injury this time is indeed serious."
Zhang Zhongwei glanced at the old emperor furtively. Seeing that the old emperor did not express any opinion, he carefully chose his words and said, "This old servant asked Physician Jiang, who said that the prince's chest injury was very dangerous. If he had not woken up three days ago, I'm afraid something terrible would have happened."
The old emperor glanced at Zhang Zhongwei indifferently.
Zhang Zhongwei's face paled slightly. For the past few years, he had never understood why the emperor had suddenly grown to dislike the fourth prince eighteen years ago.
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