Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 151 - 153: The Beiqi Regent King Has Arrived

At last, they’ve sprouted! fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Several streaks of green emerged from the plot of land where a few mysterious seeds had been sown.

Perhaps due to the Spiritual Spring, these seeds, which had been delayed in sprouting, finally began to sprout. Unfortunately, it was still impossible to tell what crop they might yield.

At 7 a.m., Feng Bai Ling had just left the mansion when he saw Feng Ruoyan approaching with a furious expression on her face.

"Feng Bai Ling, you’re despicably venomous! You killed our grandmother, and now you wish to kill my father too."

Feng Ruoyan’s eyes were red and swollen. Ever since they had split from the Princess’ Mansion, one calamity after another had struck the Feng Residence.

Old Madam Feng had died, and Feng Zhanlian, with his crippled hand, became depressed. Feng Zhan Tian had originally ingratiated himself with the Grandmaster Mansion, only to be beaten up outside his door yesterday by the Grandmaster Mansion’s men, left barely breathing.

Feng Ruoyan’s face was full of resentment as she was pulled away by the guards of the Princess’ Mansion.

"Feng Bai Ling, don’t be smug. The Seventh Prince has asked me to go shopping with him this afternoon. He will surely teach you a lesson for me."

Feng Ruoyan said this half in triumph and half on purpose.

Feng Bai Ling did not pay her any attention and continued on his way to Xinglin Spring.

Inside the Grandmaster Mansion, the Old Grand Preceptor’s condition had worsened since he did not drink from the Spiritual Spring.

"Grandfather, it’s all Yan’er’s fault for failing to find the Spiritual Spring."

Nalan Yan’er wiped away her tears.

She still couldn’t understand where the Spiritual Spring had gone or if it had been fake all along.

"Grandfather is not fortunate enough. Is Jinjin alright now?"

The Old Grand Preceptor had also heard that Dongfang Jin had mistakenly drunk fake Spiritual Spring water and had fallen ill with vomiting and diarrhea after returning home.

"After taking medicine, he’s not in serious trouble. There’s something else..."

Nalan Yan’er had received news early in the morning that the plot of land in the South Suburb had become the Dragon Landing Land.

That land was exactly the one she had just given to the Princess’ Mansion.

"I’ve heard about the South Suburb. You must not act rashly again. Whether that land is truly the Dragon Landing Land or not, the Grandmaster Mansion should no longer get involved. Otherwise, if the Emperor starts asking questions, it might lead to an inquiry into what happened several years ago, on that night."

The Old Grand Preceptor’s aged face grew more solemn.

Others might not know, but the Old Grand Preceptor was aware.

Three years ago, Nalan Yan’er did indeed give birth to twins, a dragon and a phoenix, but due to certain reasons, the children were born a day earlier than expected.

Nalan Yan’er’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly bowed her head.

"Since childhood, you’ve been smarter than most. How come you’ve been making mistakes so frequently lately? Could it be because of the marriage issues with Dugu Wu?"

The murky old eyes suddenly shone with a sharp light, fixedly staring at Nalan Yan’er’s face.

Nalan Yan’er was startled. Did her grandfather already know everything?

"Your heart still aches for him. Do you know that the Emperor has long harbored the intent to kill him? His existence poses no threat to the Emperor but remains a disgrace..."

The Old Grand Preceptor attempted to continue but was suddenly seized by a violent coughing fit, his face turned scarlet, and he vomited blood.

After spitting out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, the Old Grand Preceptor’s eyes tightly closed, his complexion pale as gold leaf, and he became unconscious.

"Grandfather!"

Nalan Yan’er was panic-stricken.

"Quick, fetch Wushang."

Shortly after, Hua Wushang entered the room. He took the Old Grand Preceptor’s pulse, his expression grave.

"Wushang, how is my grandfather doing?"

Nalan Yan’er’s face was full of concern.

The current standing of the Grandmaster Mansion was supported by the Old Grand Preceptor. Although she had become the Crown Princess Consort, her foundation was not stable, and with the Crown Prince unconscious, she needed her grandfather to help her secure her position in the Eastern Palace.

"The heart meridian is exhausted, the oil spent and the lamp burnt out."

Hua Wushang stood up, causing Nalan Yan’er to be greatly alarmed, as she clutched at his hand.

"Wushang, you must be able to save grandfather, please think of a method quickly. As long as grandfather can live, I am willing to do anything."

Her beautiful eyes shimmered with entreaty, a pitiable look in her gaze that no man could resist.

"That act of yours may work on other men, but it is utterly useless on me."

Hua Wushang narrowed his eyes seductively, his soft and charming eyes even more captivating than those of a woman.

Hua Wushang was a Guest Elder in the Grandmaster Mansion. When she was fourteen, he arrived at the Mansion, back then he was just a youth.

She still remembered, the red-clad youth standing amidst the dense blooming roses, the youth’s face tender and beautiful as a fiery rose after the rain.

He was well-mannered, graceful, and erudite, earning her grandfather’s esteem. The grandfather had said that if he were willing to serve, Great Chu could have another Dugu Wu.

Her ability to reach today’s position was overtly under the protection of the Old Grand Preceptor, but discreetly, it all relied on Hua Wushang.

The Old Grand Preceptor must not die; with the current turbulent undercurrents stirred up by Dugu Wu in the court, she could not reveal her child’s connection with Dugu Wu openly. After the Old Grand Preceptor fell ill, several Princes also became restless, especially the Eldest Prince, Dongfang Cheng, and the faction of the Empress.

So long as the Old Grand Preceptor remained, those court officials had to show him some respect.

"I’ve told you long ago that we must obtain the Spiritual Spring, yet you bungled it."

The Spiritual Spring could have slowed down the aging of the Old Grand Preceptor’s body, but without it, even the best tonics were pointless.

"There’s another method that could prolong the Old Grand Preceptor’s life for some time, but..."

Hua Wushang paused for a moment to ponder. The method was rather ruthless. The Old Grand Preceptor, being a man of integrity, would probably die of anger if he found out.

Nalan Yan’er’s eyes lit up, and she asked eagerly.

"No matter the cost, the Grandmaster Mansion is willing to pay, and I will keep it from grandfather."

On the street in the afternoon, Feng Xiangxue felt listless. She stole a glance at Dongfang Li and Xiangxue beside her, chatting and laughing together.

Today, she finally had the chance to arrange a shopping trip with Dongfang Li to select new clothes for her return visit, but Feng Ruoyan also followed them.

A commotion on the street and a procession of carriages and horses drew the attention of the passersby.

"Whose grand display is this?"

Dongfang Li and others were also drawn in, witnessing a line of tall military horses and orderly soldiers on the street, not from Great Chu, but a luxurious gilded carriage, decorated with various precious gemstones, parading through the city.

"That’s Beiqi’s army, it must be Beiqi envoys. Beiqi people have entered Chu City without even a notice?"

Dongfang Li also heard that the Regent King of Beiqi, Xiao Junci, had arrived in Chu City.

The Beiqi Dynasty and the Great Chu Dynasty were both powerful nations, with delicate relations between them, both royal families being both in-laws and mortal enemies.

With Great Chu’s Dugu Wu just seriously injured, the arrival of Beiqi envoys in Chu City undoubtedly had a malevolent intent.

As the carriage just happened to pass by, within it sat a man like a tiger settled in the deep mountains, his presence overwhelmingly dominating.

He was a tall man with wheat-colored skin, sword-like eyebrows slashing into his temples, a high nose bridge, thin but sensual lips, black hair shiny as jade, and his eyes faintly shimmered with a piercing light. Just looking from afar, one could not help but feel awe.

Meanwhile, an anxious figure lingered outside Xinglin Spring for a while before finally mustering the courage to step inside.

"I am looking for the Medical Buddha."

Princess Mingxia hesitated for a long time before writing down a line of characters.