Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 14 - : Picked Up a Handsome Assassin

Speaking of the Spring Banquet, Feng Xiangxue's brows were filled with joy, as she could once again bask in unlimited glory and be the center of everyone's attention.

The Great Chu Imperial Palace's Spring Banquet, held once a year, is to welcome the arrival of spring and, as it coincides closely with the Empress Dowager's birthday, in plain terms, it also serves as the Empress Dowager's birthday feast.

Women of the Royal Family will all attend, and Feng Bailing would often accompany Dongfang Lianhua to offer birthday wishes when she was young.

At that time, she was also fond of attending the Spring Banquet because it gave her the chance to see her most beloved, Dongfang Li.

But ever since she began to gain weight, especially at the age of eleven when she had been embarrassed at the Spring Banquet, she had refused to attend no matter what.

"Sister is willing to share your worries."

Feng Xiangxue hurriedly agreed with a smile.

"There's no need for sister to trouble yourself. I've decided to attend this year's Spring Banquet."

There were three reasons for Feng Bailing to attend the Spring Banquet.

She wanted to meet two people, one being Dongfang Li, and the other Dugu Wu.

Jia Xiazhu was still in a coma, but what he said can't be completely unfounded; it's very likely to be true.

Those who knew about the past incident were only Feng Xiangxue and Dongfang Li; compared to Feng Xiangxue, the simple-minded Dongfang Li was easier to inquire news from.

Dugu Wu, also a member of the Royal Family, would be present at this year's Spring Banquet as well and would play an important role. For the sake of her seventh sense, she had to find a way to get closer to him. As for the third reason...

Feng Xiangxue's smile froze on her lips.

"You still want to attend? You've healed and forgotten the pain, forgetting how much face you lost back then. Xiangxue behaves properly and can bring honor to the Princess' Mansion. I am your father, and I'll make the decision for you in this matter."

Feng Zhanlian's face darkened; he was a man who greatly valued his reputation, and he couldn't bear thinking about how much ridicule Feng Bailing's noble appearance and speech would attract.

Outside the Flower Hall, a female voice suddenly sounded.

"If Ah Ling wants to attend, let her."

Both Feng Zhanlian and Feng Xiangxue stood up in shock.

The emaciated woman, supported by the maids, walked over.

Feng Bailing looked pleased, while Feng Zhanlian was so taken aback he stumbled over his words.

"Mother, you're able to get out of bed? The heavens have blessed you; as your daughter, I knew you are meant to have good fortune."

Feng Xiangxue hurriedly put on a joyous expression, her eyes also faintly gleaming with tears.

Dongfang Lianhua nodded politely.

"You have always been sensible and never made me worry. Ah Ling hasn't returned for many years, and her Imperial Grandmother misses her too. Let her go and fulfill her filial piety."

Towards Feng Xiangxue, her foster daughter, she had always kept a polite distance. Born into the Royal Family, where hearts are complex, how could she not see through it all?

Dongfang Lianhua felt as if she had died once but was not willing to die just like that. Perhaps it was her reluctance that the heavens heard. After waking from a deep sleep, her breathing became smooth, and after drinking some medicine, she was able to walk on her own.

"Mother. Your daughter has been unfilial, but now I've returned."

Feng Bailing knelt down and kowtowed three times towards her. These three kowtows owed to her mother also symbolized her determination.

In this life, no one would be able to harm her family again.

Dongfang Lianhua took Feng Bailing's hand with a thousand words choked in her throat.

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Nanny Gui and two maids all had teary eyes, wiping away their tears.

However, Feng Xiangxue's face turned pale with anger. Dongfang Lianhua's words were chosen carefully, polite on the surface but with a hidden sting, clearly distinguishing that the Empress Dowager was Feng Bailing's Imperial Grandmother, whereas she was nothing.

But she would not give up just like that; she must have a place at the Spring Banquet.

Feng Bailing supported Dongfang Lianhua back to the west wing. The faces of those in the west wing all brightened with joy, feeling a premonition that their west wing was going to prosper after the incident with Uncle Wang.

"Mother, let me take your blood pressure."

Feng Bailing took out the sphygmomanometer.

"This is?"

Dongfang Lianhua was curious. After taking the new herbal medicine, it had been very effective, and she hadn't been able to breathe this comfortably in a long time. Uncle Wang's incident had been kept a secret from Dongfang Lianhua by the people of the west wing, as she needed to recuperate without being distressed.

"I bought it from a traveling merchant while I was living at the Other Manor. Mother's illness isn't tuberculosis; I read about it in a book I got from that merchant."

Feng Bailing watched the data on the sphygmomanometer, 34.

A pulmonary arterial pressure below 35 is normal. The antihypertensive medicine is effective, but treatment still needs more time.

"Ah Ling has changed a lot over these years."

Dongfang Lianhua studied her daughter.

"Is mother teasing me by saying I've become less beautiful? Mother is the true beauty, radiant and gorgeous, while Ah Ling's face is full of acne, needing some time for recuperation."

Feng Bailing blinked. Her only good feature right now was her fair, jade-like skin.

"Who dares say my Ah Ling isn't pretty?"

Remembering how distressed Ah Ling looked when mocked and sneered at that banquet a few years ago, Dongfang Lianhua furrowed her brows, resembling Lin in her moments of recovery.

"It's my fault for not reminding you earlier. Princess, aren't you making it difficult for the young lady? The master didn't wish for the young lady to attend the Spring Banquet, not even a new dress was made. I have no idea what to dress her in tomorrow. The Princess' size is similar to the young lady's, and there are new clothes that haven't been worn; it's just that the styles are a bit old."

Nanny Gui also wore a worried look. With Chun Liu gone and Xia Zhu locked in the woodshed, it was up to Nanny Gui to take care of the young lady's daily affairs temporarily.

Feng Bailing had left Chu City for a few years and hadn't tailored any new clothes during her pregnancy. Upon her return, only a few days had passed.

Everything from clothing and jewelry to talent performances at the Spring Banquet cannot be taken lightly.

Being the daughter of Princess Yong'an and the niece of Emperor Yongye, by rights, Feng Bailing should have been granted a title long ago. However, due to her absence from the Spring Banquet, she remained untitled to this day, a subject of jest among the Royal Family.

"I thought it was some big deal. Just wear that set then. There's a saying that fashion trends come in cycles, those who know how to match will never be out of date."

Feng Bailing gestured nonchalantly, randomly selecting a set.

In the afternoon, after dining with Dongfang Lianhua, Nanny Gui came to report that Xia Zhu had awakened.

Feng Bailing had someone prepare a roast chicken, a few side dishes, and a small bucket of rice and went to the woodshed alone.

"Let's make a deal, I'll let you recover in the Princess' Mansion, and you help me keep an eye on the west wing."

Feng Bailing set down the food container, arranged the dishes, and Dongfang Lianhua was completely unaware that the Seventh Prince's people had designs on her. As for the imperial edict and such, Feng Bailing intended to ask after Dongfang Lianhua's injuries had stabilized.

"I'm an advanced killer, you're asking me to be a watchdog, and an unpaid one at that! Believe it or not, I can twist off your head."

Jia Xiazhu felt humiliated.

"You can certainly try."

Feng Bailing pulled out a tube arrow.

"A signal arrow from the Xingxiu Sect, how do you have... This thing is very dangerous, don't mess around with it."

Jia Xiazhu felt around his body, almost letting out a groundhog's squeal – his signal arrow was gone.

"There's another one of these gadgets outside, hidden on someone you'll never find. If you touch a single hair on me, Dugu Wu will be here within half an hour; he recognizes your signals."

Saying this, Feng Bailing put away the tube arrow and took out her surgical knife.

The knife, gleaming with a cold light, spun around her fingertip, and with a wave of Cong Baiyu, whoosh, she made multiple swift cuts.

"!!!"

Jia Xiazhu's plate of roast chicken was picked clean, leaving only the skeletal frame. The thinly sliced chicken meat, paper-thin, was neatly stacked on the plate.

He shuddered, teeth chattering in fright. What kind of place was the Princess' Mansion? This woman was not only an expert in poisons but also in wielding knives!