Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 25 - : The Palace Steward with a Sty

"Congratulations, Princess Shengping."

Upon exiting the Imperial Study, Eunuch Chief Li Qing saw Feng Bailing out.

"Thank you, Chief Li. Chief Li, I notice the skin under your eyes is red and swollen; could it be a sty?"

Feng Bailing held the imperial edict in her hand, her tone filled with concern.

Li Qing, an old servant by Emperor Yongye's side, was somewhat older than the Emperor, about fifty or sixty years old.

He was also the foremost among the three major eunuch chiefs in the palace, yet he was very modest, his deep purple eunuch uniform washed pale, usually tight-lipped but deeply trusted by Emperor Yongye.

Feng Bailing clearly remembered, when Princess Yong'an passed away, no one from the palace came, only Li Qing, following the Empress Dowager's orders, escorted Dongfang Lianhua on her final journey, which was the last dignity afforded to the Princess' Mansion.

Li Qing, in his high position, had endless people currying favor with him; his impression of Feng Bailing was neutral, but her actions today surprised him.

Emperor Yongye was indeed harboring murderous intentions.

At that moment, Feng Bailing's call of 'Uncle' made Emperor Yongye hesitate.

This question from Feng Bailing took Li Qing by surprise.

"Thank you for your concern, Princess. I've been unable to open my eyes since a couple of days ago, and despite receiving medicine from the Imperial Hospital, it has not improved."

"I happen to have a traditional remedy; Chief Li, you might consider taking herbs like gentian, bupleurum, scutellaria, and gardenia to brew tea, have two doses a day, abstain from greasy meat, and you should recover in no more than five days."

Feng Bailing recalled the treatment method for a sty.

"Does the Princess also understand pharmacology?"

Li Qing was slightly astonished; this was the well-known Feng Sanwu, yet she surprisingly knew about medical skills.

"My mother is in poor health; as her daughter, I also want to lighten her burdens, having spent recent years recuperating in the Other Manor, illness turned me to medicine, thus I learned somewhat."

Feng Bailing responded flawlessly.

"Your filial piety is commendable, hopefully, Princess Yong'an recovers soon."

Li Qing noted down the prescription.

He had watched Dongfang Lianhua grow up and marry, lived in luxury when the late Emperor was alive; after marriage, she gradually withered, hopefully, her children would be ambitious.

Approaching the palace gate, snow began to flutter down from the sky.

However, the Coachman was nowhere to be found.

Upon asking the guards, Feng Bailing learned that the Feng Mansion's horse carriage had taken Feng Xiangxue back, her eyebrows raised slightly.

Feng Xiangxue clearly did it on purpose.

She had also heard from Li Qing that after Dongfang Li suffered fifty lashes, his flesh was split, tendons possibly injured, making the Wuji Seal likely impossible to solidify.

"Lady Feng, my master asks, would you like a ride back?"

A green-clad servant ran over.

In the snowy ground, a horse carriage was parked.

With two lean white horses in front of the carriage and the grey curtain embroidered with a longevity bat pattern, the whole carriage appeared quite understated and elegant, unnoticeable as a Prince's carriage if not for the Royal Family's emblem fluttering on the banner in front at first glance.

Ninth Prince Dongfang Mosheng lifted the carriage curtain, revealing half of his face, giving a slight nod in Feng Bailing's direction.

The grey mist in his eyes made his complexion even paler, only a drop of blood mole adding a bit of enchantment.

"Ah Ling, the road is icy and cold, why not take the carriage? I will take you back."

Before today, Feng Bailing and Dongfang Mosheng seldom interacted.

Dongfang Mosheng's health was poor, usually staying in Qian Residence, and only in recent years did he begin to be active.

Feng Bailing, post-childbirth, stayed in the Other Manor, the two perfectly missed each other.

At the Spring Banquet, when he gracefully played a melody for her, they just started to develop a friendship.

Feng Bailing hesitated for a moment, then suddenly heard the sound of horses snorting behind her.

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The clattering of horse hooves and the squeaking of compressed snow beneath the carriage wheels echoed as two black steeds galloped out of the palace gate.

These two majestic horses were robust and tall, exhaling white mist from their nostrils, their glossy black coats gleaming, spewing gusts of snow dust wherever their hooves touched.

"Get off."

The man's voice carried a tone of arrogant languor.

From the carriage, with a rattle, a man in scholar attire was thrown out.

With delicate features, the man sprawled on the snowy ground, still clutching a medical kit.

"You blame me for your hurt leg? I've told you before, don't act rashly, but you wouldn't listen. Disregarding Lu Yin's advice will sooner or later cripple you."

Lu Yin felt his luck was far from good, suffering hardships ever since following Dugu Wu.

Just days ago, he was chased by the Xingxiu Sect and now thrown off the carriage in this bitter cold.

This man, since being poisoned, has acted oddly—agreeable one moment and throwing him out the next.

He is the top Divine Doctor of Great Chu, and he has his pride.

"Eh, you are Feng Sanwu?"

Lu Yin adjusted his hat and turned to find Feng Bailing in red attire.

Feng Sanwu – that was the nickname given to Feng Bailing in the circles of Chu City.

"Get on the carriage."

Dugu Wu glanced up, his expression colder than the midwinter breeze.

Grumbling to himself, Lu Yin thought this guy must finally be seeing sense.

Just about to step on the carriage, Dugu Wu's icy gaze met him again.

Dugu Xiaojin's radish head poked out from the corner of the carriage curtain, he quickly hopped down, his small legs thumping as he ran up to Feng Bailing, handing her a little hand-warmer.

"Let's go back together."

The hand-warmer, truly warm.

Feng Bailing simply couldn't refuse Dugu Xiaojin.

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From another carriage not far away.

Dongfang Mosheng's face always wore a faint smile.

As the greatly revered Ninth Prince, Dugu Wu's carriage was far superior even to many belonging to the Royal Family.

Even though Dongfang Mosheng couldn't see it, he imagined inside the carriage were carpets of Siberian tiger fur, soft and warm, constructed of fragrant pine wood, not only spacious but also with a subtle scent of pine.

In the bitter winter, with stoves front and back—compared to this, Dongfang Mosheng felt his own small carriage was drafty.

Feng Bailing gave Dongfang Mosheng a slight apologetic bow.

"Thank you, Ninth Prince, I won't impose any further."

She picked up Dugu Xiaojin and boarded Dugu Wu's carriage.

The carriages drifted away with a clatter, not just Dugu Wu's but also the Ninth Prince's.

What sort of situation was this?

So, he was kicked off the carriage to free up space?

Lu Yin stood amidst the icy landscape, the north wind howling~

The two carriages went their separate ways, heading south and north on the road, parting ways completely.

On the carriage, Dongfang Mosheng's handsome face continually wore a smile, as he drew a red plum blossom from his sleeve.

It was the red plum that Feng Bailing had tucked behind his ear, his fingers like finely carved jade, setting off the delicate beauty of the plum.

But in his eyes, a layer of deepening grey mist formed.

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