Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 89 - 91 Be His Brother-in-law Dugu Wu Is Not

“I don’t know what kind of fortune your ugly freak sister has accumulated to possibly…

The woman had an oval face, willow leaf eyebrows, and ruddy lips—a pretty little beauty in embryo.

As she cursed Feng Bailing, the young man tied up on the ground shouted loudly.

His muscles tensed with effort, surprisingly breaking the iron chains. The woman was shocked, her Willow Leaf Blade yet to strike, when she felt a tightness around her neck.

The chains between Feng Luochen’s hands were coiled around her throat, his strength shockingly great; let alone her neck, he could probably tear a cow in half.

Feng Luochen possessed innate divine strength. To capture him, the gambling house had employed over a dozen burly men to subdue him.

“Who did you call an ugly freak? Say nonsense again, and I’ll smash your face to pulp.”

A rascally charm glinted across Feng Luochen’s handsome face.

“How dare you! I am from Poison Dragon Villa; if you dare touch me, my sect will not…”

Bang—the woman only felt a pain in the back of her head before she passed out.

“Others may fear Dugu Wu, but I do not. I will never let Feng Bailing marry that stupid woman.”

Feng Luochen thought for a moment, stripped the woman of her clothes, dressed himself in them, and escaped under the cover of night.

The night was deep.

After tucking Feng Xiaoli to sleep, Feng Bailing gently closed the bedroom door and went to the study.

The lights in the study stayed on all night.

The next morning, Feng Xiangxue dressed up carefully for the Yuxiu Academy assessment. She was eager to see how Bailing would embarrass herself.

Feng Ruoyan also dressed in new spring clothes, enhancing her delicate beauty.

“Sister Xiangxue, the fabric you have is really good, it’s a pity there’s only one bolt.”

Feng Ruoyan eyed Feng Xiangxue jealously. She was wearing a red skirt, delicately woven with high-quality peacock feather silk thread, shimmering in the sunlight, very beautiful.

“If you like it, after I wear it a few times, I’ll give it to you. You know, I’ll soon be married to the Seventh Prince, and there’s plenty of such fabric in his manor.”

Feng Xiangxue spoke with pride.

Hearing this, Feng Ruoyan felt somewhat uncomfortable.

In the Feng Mansion, whatever Feng Xiangxue used was always the best. Not even Feng Bailing could compete with her.

Feng Xiangxue would nonchalantly toss away clothes she disliked, and though Ruoyan was resentful, she never dared to voice it.

After all, Feng Xiangxue’s father was a Prince Consort, while her father was just a merchant, not even close to marrying a prince as a concubine, let alone meeting one.

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The only prince she had ever met was their male teacher, the Ninth Prince, alas he was blind, with an appearance but a dim future ahead.

“Thanks, Sister Xiangxue. How come Sister Bailing hasn’t come out yet? She’s not scared and daring not to attend the assessment, is she?”

Feng Ruoyan was just saying this when they saw Feng Bailing coming out.

Early in the morning, Feng Xiaoli had gone to the Imperial Academy. Feng Bailing had heard that Xiaoli had made friends with Dugu Xiaojin, but she hadn’t yet told Xiaoli about their impending sibling relationship with him.

It was good for the two young ones to interact more and develop a relationship especially since Feng Xiaoli was cheerful and Dugu Xiaojin needed such a companion.

“Sister Bailing, are you going to Yuxiu Academy dressed like that, without even a single piece of decent jewelry?”

Feng Ruoyan remembered when Feng Bailing first went to Yuxiu Academy for school, dressed like an old madam from a brothel, not only wearing heavy makeup but also red skirts with green shoes, neck draped in large strings of pearls, and wrists and hands full of shining bracelets and rings.

But today, Feng Bailing wore a clean jade-grey long dress, a single bamboo jade pin in her hair standing out prominently under a similarly colored scarf. It was especially striking.

She looked utterly shabby.

Seeing Feng Bailing dressed so simply, Feng Ruoyan scoffed. She had heard from her mother that Feng Bailing’s brother had accumulated a large gambling debt, collecting silver to redeem himself; surely, Feng Bailing had sold all her jewelry.

Feng Xiangxue also frowned; Feng Bailing had finally grown smarter, knowing the female teachers at Yuxiu Academy disliked lavishness. Her plain elegance earned many impression points.

However, getting into Yuxiu Academy wasn’t just about the attire; talent was what mattered most.

What could Feng Bailing possibly excel in?

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, she was utterly clueless.

Feng Xiangxue scoffed internally as the three ladies from Feng Mansion boarded the horse carriage.