Lu Xiaoyun smiled and said, "It means either the Prefect of the Capital knows who is behind this and they are in cahoots, or he is just a busybody who wants to see you killed."
Zhu Yu glanced at her. He shouldn't have praised her; what kind of woman speaks so rudely?
"Li Qi, the grandson of Li Quan, the Prefect of Jingzhao, is a spoiled brat who bullies men and women and does all sorts of evil deeds, just like you."
Lu Xiaoyun glared at him and raised her fist at him, what did he mean by being evenly matched with her!
She knew what to do; Feng Yan needed to handle this immediately.
As she stood up, the piece of paper she had casually written in the study fell out of her sleeve and landed directly on the back of Zhu Yu's hand.
Seeing that things were about to go wrong, Lu Xiaoyun immediately reached out to snatch it, but Zhu Yu was faster than her. As soon as the paper fell, he flipped his fair hand and firmly grabbed it.
He unfolded the paper almost as soon as he received it, and the scrawled characters on it caught his eye. There was even Zhu Yu's private seal on it.
Upon seeing those words, Zhu Yu's eyes widened in fury: "Lu Xiaoyun, how dare you! You actually dared to divorce me!"
Lu Xiaoyun's lips twitched: "Please, this is a divorce agreement, you know what divorce is! I'm divorcing you, tch."
How exactly does Zhu Yu's brain work?
A divorce agreement must be prepared in advance; that bastard Zhu Yu might actually switch bodies back one day.
This was her lifeline. When that day came, she could just pack up and leave. Why stay in this godforsaken place, the Prince An's Mansion?
"Hmph." Zhu Yu's fair face flushed red with anger, and the veins on her forehead throbbed. "The royal family only divorces wives, not agrees to a separation!"
As soon as he said it, Zhu Yu's anger flared up again, because now he was the "wife"!
And Lu Xiaoyun actually wants to divorce him!
Zhu Yu was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed.
This foolish woman actually came up with the idea of divorcing him in order to possess his body forever.
If she really divorces him, this will be a real problem. No, he absolutely will not allow her to do that!
Zhu Yu trembled with rage: "Lu Xiaoyun, don't tell me that the handwriting on this isn't mine at all, and that a private seal means nothing. Just the fact that our marriage was bestowed by the Emperor, and that your name is on the imperial family genealogy, means you don't think you can just walk away unscathed."
That seemed a bit off, and Zhu Yu pounded his fists on the bed in frustration. He was so angry!
Lu Xiaoyun pursed her lips, looking like she was about to infuriate someone: "Oh, I see. Then thank you very much for clearing up my doubts, Your Highness Prince An."
"Lu Xiaoyun, how dare you!"
Lu Xiaoyun felt much better immediately. Getting the emperor to issue an edict granting them a divorce wouldn't be too difficult.
She took a long stride, opened the door, and went out.
Zhu Yu's mind was buzzing. Seeing that everyone had left the room, he suddenly roared, "I'm not soft, and I'm not short!"
Lu Xiaoyun paused, and if she didn't know that there were secret guards everywhere in the Prince An's mansion, she would have laughed herself silly.
Zhu Yu still remembers this.
She was a model young woman in the new society, always showing her joy on her face. But in this godforsaken place, in order to maintain the image of that scoundrel Zhu Yu, she turned herself into an iceberg.
When Li Feng and Jiang Chuan came over with a bunch of food, they saw Lu Xiaoyun leaving the courtyard.
Seeing this, Jiang Chuan was unwilling to give the food to the people in the room. He snatched the other food box from Li Feng's hand and went to chase after Lu Xiaoyun.
Looking at her empty hands, Li Feng burst into tears again. She had just taken all of her mistress's favorite foods, and now they were all gone.
Jiang Chuan, panting, caught up with Lu Xiaoyun carrying two food boxes: "Your Highness, I knew you wouldn't dine with that wicked woman. Look, I brought you all the food, leaving nothing for them. Would you like to eat in the flower hall or in your room? It's all your favorite dishes."
Lu Xiaoyun turned around and frowned as she looked at the two food boxes in Jiang Chuan's hands: "Who told you to bring them back? Take them to Feixue Garden."
Um?
Jiang Chuan was taken aback, and asked cautiously, "Your Highness, don't you dislike that woman anymore?"
It's only been a few days? What kind of sorcery did this woman use to make the prince take care of her time and time again?
After the prince woke up, his first visit was not only to have Physician Jiang treat her illness and to have a female physician specially assigned to take care of her, but also to have Yuan Xiu send her winter supplies.
I came for the second time today, this time to bring her food.
Could it be that the prince has taken a liking to her?
This woman has a face that could bewitch anyone; could it be that even the prince can't resist her charms?
But what kind of woman hasn't the prince seen? In the prince's eyes, apart from Miss Yong'an, other women are at most just "people".
Lu Xiaoyun glanced over: "Who said that? I don't want to see him even once!"
“But…this…” Jiang Chuan looked at the two food boxes in his hands, and somehow it gave him the feeling that they were trying to cover something up.
Lu Xiaoyun opened the two food boxes, looked inside, and picked up Li Feng's food box herself: "Take this one to him."
Jiang Chuan: "..."
Why did the prince give the woman the food he liked, while taking the woman's favorite food for himself?
Oh, right, this must be the prince's latest way of torturing people.
Jiang Chuan's eyes lit up. Good heavens, so this is where it is. He nodded emphatically: "Yes, I understand."
Lu Xiaoyun looked at the food box with a puzzled expression. He understood something; he realized it.
Jiang Chuan left happily with the food box in hand. It just goes to show how much more sophisticated the prince is.
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