The origins of Dongfang Jin and Dongfang Xiu... Once revealed, it would be a disaster of epic proportions.
A sharp silver needle flashed in front of Dugu Wu's golden eyes.
Feng Bailing flicked the stray hairs on her forehead, the needles between her fingers twinkling coldly.
"Ninth Prince, I hate it most when people threaten me. Next time, if you dare to be fierce with me again, watch out—I'll turn you into a porcupine."
Dugu Wu showed no intention of letting go.
"Daddy, Mommy~"
On the bed, Feng Xiaoli woke up, her childlike voice calling out.
Feng Bailing and Dugu Wu were startled; they absolutely could not let the child see them fighting.
Dugu Wu pulled, hugging Feng Bailing into his arms.
Feng Xiaoli exclaimed, covering her eyes with her chubby little hands, yet her dark, round eyes still peeped out through the gaps between her fingers from time to time.
"Daddy, Mommy, are you going to kiss? Xiao Li can't see anything."
Dugu Wu's face was full of black lines.
Feng Bailing coughed lightly twice, pushed Dugu Wu away, and after touching Feng Xiaoli's forehead, she found the child broke out in sweat and the fever had receded.
This rate, it was a medical miracle.
Feng Xiaoli was taken out by Chun Liu to wash up.
With such a commotion, all thoughts of Crown Princess Consort and despicable men were thrown to Javaland.
"How do you plan to treat my leg?"
Dugu Wu asked coldly, and they reached some tacit agreement, keeping mum about Nalan Yan'er.
"I need some time, and I also need the help of a doctor knowledgeable in poisons. Besides, if you find using a wheelchair inconvenient, I can design a crutch for you; your left leg can be treated first to let you stand on one leg."
Feng Bailing had studied the medical records; Dugu Wu's right knee joint was completely necrotic, even with detoxification, the knee joint needed to be replaced.
She needed an expert in poison, and additionally, she needed an artificial joint, to perform surgery.
She had tried before, with her current seventh sense, the first aid kit could provide small devices like a sphygmomanometer, but artificially making a joint was a fool's dream.
Once she and Dugu Wu are married and spending time day and night, perhaps her seventh sense shall soar, and then the opportunity for an artificial joint may come.
"I will ask Lu Yin to come over; he's a disciple of Poison Dragon Villa, skilled in medical poisons. Whether he's willing to teach you is up to your ability."
Dugu Wu and Lu Yin were not in a subordinate relationship like Feng Wan; although Lu Yin always secretly despised Dugu Wu, they were companions in adversity.
"Also, for over a year, you can no longer practice martial arts. Your cultivation has grown too rapidly, and your body cannot withstand it. Inner Strength, namely Gang Qi, will backlash against your Eight Meridians. Unless you find a Method to strengthen your body, every time you practice martial arts, it's equivalent to slowly committing suicide."
Feng Bailing spoke sternly; dealing with such a disobedient patient like Dugu Wu was also very frustrating.
Seeing Dugu Wu fall into deep thought, Feng Bailing pondered secretly.
"Actually, the ill health of Dugu Wu likely has something to do with that chain on the Purple Gold Dragon, suppressing his fortune. If those chains could be broken, his fortune would defy destiny, and every ailment could be easily resolved."
"Daddy, let's make a snowman."
Feng Xiaoli, having changed her clothes, came back and clung to Dugu Wu's arm, rocking it non-stop, her face innocent and adorable.
Next door, Xiao Pang's daddy always made Xiao Pang a big snowman in winter, and she had long desired a big snowman.
Dugu Wu's face stiffened as he said dryly.
"There's no snow."
In late winter, Chu City, situated at the border between the north and south, had begun to see snow melting; only a light layer of snow remained on the trees in the courtyard of the Princess' Mansion.
The coldest time of the year had passed.
"Let it snow."
Feng Xiaoli pouted and mumbled.
"My lord, it's snowing heavily outside; should we go pick up the Young Master?"
From outside the west wing, Feng Wan asked in a deep voice.
Snowing?
Feng Bailing and Dugu Wu turned their gaze to the window at the same time.
Feather-like heavy snow blinded Dugu Wu's eyes.
How could there be such heavy snow at this time of season?
Feng Bailing looked towards Feng Xiaoli.
Dugu Wu also stared out the window, his gaze slightly condensed, recalling the knife that Feng Wan broke last time.
Feng Xiaoli clapped her little hands, her little face flushed with happiness, looking like a fully ripened red apple.
Dugu Wu's voice deepened.
Feng Wan acknowledged and was about to enter to push Dugu Wu.
"Go and fetch Xiaojin."
As Dugu Wu spoke, Feng Bailing's eyes flickered.
Could it be...
Half an hour later, Princess Consort Shun finally wore a smile on her face, satisfied and walking out of the Flower Hall. She also considerately told Princess Yong'an to take care of her health, not needing to see her out.
Princess Yong'an, being from the Royal Family, understood propriety well. She was empathetic towards the requests of Prince Shun's Mansion and indicated she would discuss them with Feng Bailing.
Just a few steps after Princess Consort Shun left, she heard laughter of children coming from the courtyard ahead.
With a thump, a snowball flew over, hitting Princess Consort Shun right in the face.
"How daring, to be disrespectful to Princess Consort."
The nanny beside her was about to scold when Princess Consort Shun covered the nanny's mouth with her hand, her eyeballs nearly popping out in astonishment.
In the yard, just covered with heavy snow, sat a man in a wheelchair.