Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 165 - 167: She, Was Impersonated

In the past few days, the streets and alleys of the Capital have been filled with literati and scholars, gathered in tea houses and taverns, all discussing this one poem.

"Have you heard about the ’Dedicated to Guo Jijiu’?"

"Dedicated to Guo Jijiu?"

"Meeting is hard, parting is hard too, the east wind lacks strength, leaving all flowers in ruin.

Until the silkworm’s death, the silk runs out, and the candle turns to ashes before the tears dry.

...

Splendid!"

It is said that once Guo Jijiu received this famous poem, he personally wrote it out and hung it on the gates of the Imperial Academy. When the doctors and teachers passed by and saw it, they were so moved that they shed tears.

Everyone envied Guo Jijiu for receiving such a renowned poem.

"The poem even reached the Emperor. Touched by Guo Jijiu’s hard work and contributions, His Majesty personally praised him and appointed him as the Crown Prince’s Master."

"If I’m not mistaken, isn’t the Crown Prince still bedridden?"

"The official positions are used to buy people’s hearts, just to comfort all the scholars in the world. Guo Jijiu was originally just a scholar, to have gained such reputation at the destined age, it’s all thanks to this poem. I’m just curious, who actually penned this poem?"

"It’s said to be from a friend surnamed Feng. I’m pondering, there aren’t many with the surname Feng in Great Chu. If I could receive a poem from them, that would be wonderful. Master Feng, do you know them, perhaps they are even a relative of yours?"

All the scholars and literary figures of Chu City, even the court officials, are passing along this masterpiece. Word has it that the poem has spread to other dynasties too, fueling an unprecedented curiosity about the Feng-surnamed friend.

Around dusk, within the Ministry of Personnel office.

Feng Zhanlian, as usual, was ready to leave the government office early.

Being the Prince Consort, since marrying Dongfang Lianhua, he has never been favored, and so he remained an external official.

This is merely an idle position within the Ministry of Personnel, with nothing substantial to do all day and no formal duties. Ever since Feng Zhanlian separated from Dongfang Lianhua, there have been even more people mocking him behind his back.

This grievance, he has never been able to swallow.

At this time, an official surnamed Mu came forward to greet him.

"Mr. Feng, do you know about this ’Dedicated to Guo Jijiu’?"

The official said, taking out a transcribed copy of the poem.

Feng Zhanlian read it through and also found the poem agreeable.

"I heard that it was given to Guo Jijiu by a friend surnamed Feng. This one, couldn’t be you, could it? If it is you, you are set for promotion, as the Assistant Minister is Guo Jijiu’s student and can’t get enough of this poem."

That official thought to himself, there aren’t many officials with the surname Feng in Chu City, but Feng Zhanlian once topped the imperial examination and is known to have poetic talent, it might just be his work.

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhanlian just received some news, that there was a vacancy in the Ministry of Personnel, an external assistant’s position. If he could gain favor from the Chief of Staff now and get Nan Feng to smooth the way out, that official position would surely be his.

Feng Zhanlian smiled and said.

"I won’t lie to you, I did write that poem on a whim."

He wasn’t worried about Guo Jijiu exposing this, as Guo Jijiu was quite old and barely involved in the officialdom, except for his teaching at the Imperial Academy.

As for the true author of the poem, it must be someone unknown; after all, there couldn’t be many people with the surname Feng, and if they were famous, Guo Jijiu would have mentioned it.

"It really is Brother Feng, you have kept such a low profile, and now our Ministry of Personnel has produced a great poet."

Once the word spread, those Ministry officials who normally didn’t associate with Feng Zhanlian came forward to make his acquaintance, and the Prince Consort who had long been accustomed to the cold bench felt finally vindicated.

When Feng Bailing and Feng Xiaoli returned to the Princess’ Mansion, it was already night.

As soon as they got off the horse carriage, they saw Feng Zhanlian staggering over, drunk. Seeing Feng Bailing, he spat out.

"Feng Bailing, you and Dongfang Lianhua just wait and see; I, Feng Zhanlian, am full of talent, and gold will always shine. One day, when I rise high, I will make you and your daughter kneel and beg for mercy."

"Someone, get this mad dog away."

Feng Bailing glanced at Feng Zhanlian, uncertain how much of this man’s words had reached Dongfang Lianhua’s ears.

"How come you’re drunk, master?"

Lady Nan Feng hurried out from Feng Mansion. Seeing Feng Bailing she seductively smiled, wriggled her waist like a snake, and then helped Feng Zhanlian inside.

Seeing their figures disappearing, a chill went through Feng Bailing’s heart.

This Lady Nan Feng was not simple.

Ever since she entered the door, even Aunt Xue, an old white lotus, had been suppressed.

To avoid longer dreams, it was better to arrange for a quick separation between him and Dongfang Lianhua.

After returning to the mansion, Feng Bailing instructed Chun Liu to take Xiao Li to bathe.

She then went to pay respect to Dongfang Lianhua, who had a sorrowful expression, and by her hand lay the earlier letter about Feng Luochen.

It had been a while since Feng Luochen fled the gambling den, and to this day there was no news. Feng Bailing had sent people to inquire, but that lad seemed to have disappeared without a trace, not even a letter.

Whenever Dongfang Lianhua thought about him, sadness followed.

Seeing Feng Bailing enter, she put away that letter, not wanting her daughter to worry.

"Mother. Are you thinking of Luochen again? Don’t worry, he’s been clever since he was young and won’t get into trouble."

Feng Bailing counted the days; although there were some differences from that previous life, Feng Luochen should be returning to Chu City soon. With some luck, he might even make it to her, his sister’s wedding.

"Duke Chen Mansion sent an invitation, asking our mother and daughter to attend a welcome banquet. I intended to refuse, as you know I have never been good at these events. But this time it’s different, it’s said that Her Majesty the Empress intends to match the Regent King with Duke Chen’s beloved daughter. So, they’ve set up this banquet, where all female relatives of officials above the fifth-rank who are over the age of fourteen in Chu City are invited. It’s heard that Feng Mansion has also been invited, Feng Xiangxue and Feng Ruoyan sisters, because of their outstanding talent, have also been exceptionally invited."

Dongfang Lianhua sighed, mentioning that this was in effect a matchmaking gathering. Though it wouldn’t affect those with an engagement like Feng Bailing or Feng Ruoyan, they would still need to save face for the Imperial Sister-in-law.

Xiao Junci visited, Dugu Wu was crippled, and Emperor Yongye wants to arrange a marriage for Xiao Junci now to appease Beiqi.

"A welcome banquet at Duke Chen Mansion?"

Feng Bailing weighed the invitation – it felt to her like a trap within a feast.