Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 45 - Prince Wu and I Resemble Married Couple

But although the man was disabled, his appearance was still so outstanding.

“Little bastard, how dare you defile Prince Wu!”

Princess Anyang was filled with both envy and disgust, glaring at Feng Xiaoli, extending her hand to grab her.

This god-like figure of Prince Wu, back in Yuxiu Academy, how many female students admired him, his used books and chairs, those girls flocked to them, stealthily touching them.

But when he discovered this, he burned all the items that had been touched with a single fire.

Feng Xiaoli clung to Dugu Wu’s leg, smelling her father’s scent, her big eyes like a turned-on faucet, tears flowing down.

“That person snatched Xiao Li’s food and wanted to hit Xiao Li.”

Saying so, her small shoulders shrugging.

Weak, pitiable, helpless… and able to cry.

“Princess Anyang… who are you calling a little bastard?”

Dugu Wu’s voice was deep and charming, making Princess Anyang’s heart flutter.

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Prince Wu’s gaze was icy as he looked at the sharp hairpin in Princess Anyang’s hand.

Princess Anyang’s feet trembled, and she collapsed to the ground.

“Princess Anyang, I’m not sure what my little Xiaoli did to you, for you to both hit and scold her.”

The voice as melodious as an oriole’s, coming unexpectedly.

Feng Bailing tossed a peanut into her mouth, chewed it a bit, delicious!

Princess Anyang felt a sharp pain in her ankles, she touched her feet, and then saw two peanuts rolling on the ground.

She wanted to stand up, but the moment she tried, her ankles felt like they would break.

She suddenly recalled something, looked at Chun Liu, then at the woman in front of her who seemed familiar.

“You are Feng Sanwu! It was you who ambushed me just now.”

Both students of Yuxiu Academy, Princess Anyang and Feng Bailing were schoolmates.

But Feng Bailing was always looked down upon by Princess Anyang, whose friend was Feng Xiangxue.

During the Spring Banquet, Princess Anyang accompanied Princess Consort Mu in fasting outside of Chu City, not present there, but she also heard that Feng Sanwu had returned.

Feng Bailing pouted; she did want to take action, but someone was faster than her.

Without the Wuji Seal, it was a disadvantage.

The two peanuts, one from Dugu Wu, the other… Amitabha.

“Princess Anyang, you’re not young anymore, yet you steal food from my daughter, aren’t you afraid to be a laughingstock if this gets out?”

Feng Bailing went to hug Feng Xiaoli, Dugu Wu still injured, and Xiaoli unaware of her own strength, always loving to cling like a koala.

Xiaoli with her arms around Dugu Wu’s neck, the stubble on his face tickling her, made the little one giggle with laughter.

“She’s your daughter?”

Princess Anyang’s face was as if she was constipated.

Why would Prince Wu treat Feng Bailing’s daughter so well?

“She’s our daughter, don’t you think we look quite like a married couple?”

As Feng Bailing spoke, she pressed her veiled face against Dugu Wu’s handsome one, and Feng Xiaoli also promptly put her chubby little face in close.

The tempting cold fragrance from the woman enveloped them, Dugu Wu’s body tensing suddenly.

His face was sandwiched between the soft, chubby form of Feng Xiaoli on the left and the delicate skin of Feng Bailing on the right.

“Shameless! You clearly fancy the Seventh Prince!”

Princess Anyang was fuming with anger, waiting to see Feng Bailing dumped by Dugu Wu and left in a pathetic state.

But as she waited and waited, Dugu Wu didn’t make a move, letting the two of them handle him at will. Was this really the Prince Wu she knew?

“Who hasn’t encountered a few scumbags in life, right?”

As Feng Bailing spoke, she didn’t forget to rub her face against Dugu Wu’s.

Her seventh sense inside her increased delightfully by a bit.

Dugu Wu’s face was turning almost as black as Bao Gong’s. If it weren’t for Feng Xiaoli being there, who knows into how many pieces he might chop her.

Watching as Princess Anyang and her servant left Chuyue Tower, crying and limping, Feng Bailing did not forget to add another line.

“Princess, don’t forget to come and drink at Prince Wu’s and my wedding feast.”

Behind her, a chill ran down her spine.

Feng Bailing quickly embraced her “shield” Xiao Li, ignoring the venomous look in Dugu Wu’s eyes.

“Thank you, Master.”

Feng Bailing thanked the old monk. Dugu Wu was one thing—he was family after all. But this master had stepped in to save Xiao Li, defying Princess Anyang without hesitation, a rare kind-hearted person indeed.

The old monk before her looked kind and benevolent, clearly no ordinary individual.

“Benefactor, you have a good face.”

The old monk examined Feng Bailing closely, his wrinkled face relaxing into a smile.

“Master, are you suffering from presbyopia?”

Feng Wan was treating Chun Liu’s wound on her forehead. Upon hearing this, he laughed.

To call that Delusional Girl’s face a ‘good’ one, the Master must have quite an unusual taste!

Slap, his hand was swatted away by Chun Liu.

Chun Liu glared at him with puffed cheeks.

“My miss has a good face indeed, you’re the one with presbyopia.”

Feng Wan rubbed his hand; he was so young, how could he have presbyopia?

“The master flatters me, I am but an ordinary person.”

Feng Bailing didn’t believe in fortune-telling or face reading.

“Young lady was destined to be a beauty destined for tragedy, yet you could turn misfortune into fortune. How could you be an ordinary person?”

The old monk chuckled, twirling his beard.

Below the surface, Feng Bailing’s eyes began to toss and turn like raging waves.

“Shangyin, I asked you to examine Xiao Li.”

Dugu Wu saw the old monk staring at Feng Bailing for half a day, his face creased with a smile resembling a blooming chrysanthemum, his tone inexplicably displeased.

Every time the old monk saw him, it was as if he owed money, with a stern face. Why was he now smiling like Maitreya Buddha upon seeing Feng Bailing?

“The young benefactor bears the features of a celestial being, but she must speak and act cautiously, or else it might diminish her good fortune.”

“Be more specific.”

Every time Dugu Wu heard this old monk speak, he found it all very mystifying.

“When I gave birth to Xiao Li prematurely, she had a weak constitution, falling ill with fevers every so often. Is this related to what the master mentioned about diminishing good fortune?”

Feng Bailing was convinced that the old monk was no simple person.

“Lady benefactor is astute. The young benefactor has three calamities in her life. The first was at birth, the second has just passed, and the third will be at the time of her marriage. In all other times, misfortune and fortune will go hand in hand. As long as her elders take good care of her, she will turn calamity into blessing.”

The old monk did not elaborate further and handed his alms bowl to Feng Xiaoli.

“Young benefactor, offer a peach and receive a jade in return; I give you this bowl in hopes that the rest of your life will be free from worries.”

Saying that, he smiled and left.

Xiao Li held the round golden bowl, looking inside at nothing but her own round, chubby little face.

Feng Bailing, full of thoughts, was carrying Feng Xiaoli out of Chuyue Tower when she noticed Chun Liu holding a food box. Opening it, they found all kinds of pastries and snacks, which they said were from Prince Wu for the little miss.

Upon returning to the Princess’ Mansion, she heard voices in the Flower Hall.

Listening carefully, it was the voices of Feng Zhan Tian and Dongfang Lianhua.