Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 191 - 193: She Is the Prince’s New Bride

That is the Phoenix Robe!

Ah Wu actually gave the Phoenix Robe to her.

Several horse carriages had just arrived at the entrance of the Princess’ Mansion; atop one, Nalan Yan’er alighted from the carriage.

The moment she looked up, her eyes were filled with a fiery red.

It was the most dazzling red. On the wedding attire, the phoenixes seemed to flutter their wings, ready to soar; each thread was woven from gold threads, lifelike in its beauty.

On the phoenix crown, there were dozens of Luminous Pearls, each the size of a longan, bright enough to blind all onlookers.

Nalan Yan’er only felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if pierced by a thousand arrows.

How dare she!

To wear the Phoenix Robe!

How is she worthy!

Over at the Feng Mansion, the dead horse had just been hastily dragged away by the flustered servants.

Dongfang Li’s anger in his eyes had yet to dissipate when he was stunned by the captivating scene before him.

The figure approaching gracefully, as radiant as a fiery red rose blooming in the spring.

"Her Majesty~"

Dugu Xiaojin and Feng Xiaoli ran up, one from the left and one from the right.

The onlooking crowd also expressed their amazement.

Compared to them, the wedding dresses worn by Princess Feng and her sister Xiangxue, especially that of Princess Feng, seemed rather pitiable.

Although Princess Feng could not see clearly, just hearing the exclamations from the crowd was enough to send her heart plummeting.

"Princess Feng truly stands out today. Pity that, although the dress is beautiful, the wearer is too ugly. If the Crown Princess Consort were to wear this wedding attire, she would surely be unrivaled, as both the woman and the dress would be stunning."

Dongfang Cheng, Dongfang Qi, Dongfang Mosheng, and several other Princes also alighted from their carriages.

Dongfang Cheng spoke with barely concealed irony.

Prince Wu really is wealthy; to dress such an ugly monster like Feng Bailing in such attire is simply a waste of heaven’s gifts.

"Brother, don’t talk nonsense. Today is the wedding day of Prince Wu and Cousin Feng, and we are here to send her off."

Dongfang Qi defended Feng Bailing with righteous indignation.

According to Great Chu’s customs, when a woman marries, she should be carried on the back by her family and placed into the sedan chair.

With Feng Luochen still missing and Feng Zhanlian having fallen out with Feng Bailing’s parents, Dongfang Lianhua had no choice but to ask Dongfang Qi to carry Feng Bailing to the sedan chair.

Dongfang Qi and Dongfang Mosheng had actually come to lend support to Dongfang Li.

"The auspicious time has arrived~"

The matchmakers on either side had just proclaimed.

Over at the Feng Mansion, Feng Zhanlian had already lifted Xiangxue, with Feng Zhan Tian lifting Ruoyan onto their sedan chairs, frantically competing to place them in first.

Dongfang Qi also approached Feng Bailing and crouched before her.

"Thank you, Third Cousin."

Feng Bailing responded with a faint smile.

Dongfang Qi carried Feng Bailing on his back and strode swiftly toward the sedan chair.

He couldn’t let Feng Bailing fall behind the two women of the Feng Family.

Dongfang Qi’s skills were indeed faster than the two elder Fengs’, as he brought Feng Bailing to the sedan chair in one effort.

The matchmaker helped Feng Bailing down, placing her into the sedan chair.

As the joyous music sounded, no sooner had Feng Bailing seated herself in the sedan chair than the sedan bearers exchanged glances. When lifting the sedan chair, it shook unsteadily; inside, Feng Bailing felt a rough jostling.

Looking over, she saw the two brides of the Feng Family had already seated themselves in their sedan chairs, with the bearers rushing, vying to take the lead.

Princess Feng’s sedan chair was on the left, and Xiangxue’s on the right, both colliding with the middle sedan chair.

Feng Bailing grabbed onto the sedan door, but the continuous collisions from both sides fueled a flash of anger in her eyes.

A surge of yang energy within her body suddenly exerted itself onto the sedan chair.

The sedan chair plummeted like a thousand-pound weight to the ground. Those bearers, bribed by Xiangxue’s silver, sought to knock Feng Bailing off the chair and make her a laughing stock.

The knees of a dozen men buckled simultaneously, dropping to the ground with thuds.

All three sedan chairs toppled at the same time; Princess Feng and Xiangxue, the two brides within, rolled out with cries of alarm.

Then looking at Feng Bailing’s sedan chair, where she had held onto the door firmly, she lifted the curtain and stepped out.

"Bride, you must not step on the ground; that would be inauspicious."

The matchmaker said hastily.

"Brother Li, my ankle hurts so much."

Feng Ruoyan called out in a delicate voice.

Dongfang Li quickly stepped forward and picked up Feng Ruoyan.

In the alleyway of the Princess’ Mansion, Feng Xiangxue looked on from the horse carriage, witnessing this scene. Her liver and gallbladder were about to split with envy, finding it almost unbelievable.

Xiao Junci squinted his eyes, watching the bride who stood amid the public gaze.

Indeed, she possessed a defiant spirit.

Feng Bailing, you have really made me suffer.

However, no matter how capable you are, today you must admit defeat.

Xiao Junci knew that the real drama had just begun.

"Quickly prepare another sedan chair."

Dongfang Li ordered loudly.

The matchmaker looked troubled.

"Seventh Prince, there’s no time left. The auspicious moment for leaving has already been delayed; we cannot delay the moment for entering the house. There’s another bride... perhaps someone should carry the bride inside."

Fortunately, the two residences were not far from each other; delaying any further would be truly bad.

Dongfang Li’s expression darkened as he glanced at Feng Xiangxue.

"Mosheng."

Dongfang Li looked towards Dongfang Mosheng.

Among the princes, his rapport with Dongfang Mosheng was the most tacit.

It was really not appropriate for him to put down Feng Ruoyan with her twisted ankle.

As for Feng Bailing, it was ironic. Dugu Wu was disabled; he couldn’t carry his bride into the mansion himself. It’d be good for them to miss their auspicious time.

Dongfang Li thought with schadenfreude.

"Third Prince."

Dongfang Lianhua looked troubled as she turned towards Dongfang Qi.

Dongfang Qi scratched his head, just about to step forward, when he saw Dongfang Mosheng walking through the crowd.

He approached "Feng Xiangxue" and, without stopping, continued moving forward until he reached Feng Bailing.

"Come on."

He bent down halfway, revealing his broad back.

"Mosheng..."

Dongfang Li was stunned. This Mosheng, had he lost his mind? Why would he carry Feng Bailing?

"Feng Xiangxue" stood there awkwardly, while the surrounding common folk also began to murmur among themselves.

Feng Bailing hesitated.

After all, Dongfang Mosheng was her cousin.

That he would offer aid at such a time was indeed righteous.

Before Feng Bailing could move, suddenly, from a horse carriage not far away,

A figure leapt out, and a cold male voice said,

"My bride should naturally be carried by me."

A strong right hand landed on Feng Bailing’s waist.

Feng Bailing felt her body lighten as she was firmly settled into Dugu Wu’s arms.

Dongfang Mosheng, bent over for a long time, didn’t move.

Not until Dugu Wu, carrying Feng Bailing, strode forward did he stiffly straighten up.

It took a while for Feng Bailing to collect herself, and from under her wedding veil, her gaze lowered. She saw Dugu Wu carrying her as he leaped, landing firmly on the ground.

Dugu Wu’s long legs were steady beside his crutch.

Although he relied on a crutch, the man still looked dignified and imposing.

Xiao Junci’s eyeballs nearly popped out, and what was more infuriating was Dongfang Li. Watching Dugu Wu carrying Feng Bailing away quickly left a complex taste in his heart.