Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 696: The Last Time

Thinking of the matters within the palace and the great trouble that Feng Bailing posed, Nalan Yan’er was consumed by a wave of irritation and confusion.

A Feng Bailing alone was enough to bother her, and now there was the addition of Imperial Consort Dugu, whose origins she could not investigate at all. The only clue was that Imperial Consort Dugu’s appearance was identical to that of Lady Dugu from back in the days.

It was precisely because of this that Emperor Yongye doted on her like he was bewitched.

Nalan Yan’er, troubled in thought, then saw Dongfang Jin enter; he had just returned from the Imperial Academy after class.

Ever since his return from the Competition Among Ten Countries, Dongfang Jin had become even more silent.

At the Crown Prince Mansion, he hardly spoke a word, and on regular days, he only attended the Imperial Academy. Even the interactions between Nalan Yan’er, his mother, and him had diminished significantly.

Seeing her son, Nalan Yan’er’s expression softened, and she spoke with a pleasant demeanor.

"Jin’er, how has your coursework been progressing lately? Are you confident you’ll advance to the Wenhua Seal this year?"

Nalan Yan’er asked earnestly, knowing that Dugu Xiaojin’s martial cultivation was improving rapidly; she couldn’t help but wish that her son, Dongfang Jin’s Wenhua Seal rank would also rise swiftly.

She stared intently at Dongfang Jin’s forehead, unaware that her words and actions had inadvertently pierced Dongfang Jin’s heart.

He abruptly raised his head and shouted loudly.

"I don’t have that kind of talent. Not to mention a year, even if you gave me ten more years, I wouldn’t be able to advance my Wenhua Seal."

Lately, Dongfang Jin had been pushing himself to study like a madman, not only because of Nalan Yan’er’s expectations but also because since his return from the Competition Among Ten Countries, he hadn’t spoken a word to Dugu Xiaojin.

Though Dongfang Jin was the Imperial Grandson, he was haughty by nature. The students at the Imperial Academy only fawned over him because of his status, not genuine camaraderie.

He truly looked down on those people; in his eyes, the only ones who could truly be his friends were Dugu Xiaojin and Feng Xiaoli. However, now, due to his mother’s actions, he had to break off his relationship with Dugu Xiaojin, not to mention spending time with Feng Xiaoli.

This made him feel incredibly lonely, and his character grew more and more reclusive. He couldn’t be bothered to interact with other classmates at the Imperial Academy. In contrast, Lady Dugu, who was originally a loner, was now gradually transforming.

After the Competition Among Ten Countries, he became more amiable than before. If the classmates at the Imperial Academy had any questions, whether about martial arts or literature, he could answer them all.

Recalling these things, Dongfang Jin felt increasingly miserable, and the root of all this was his mother’s expectations.

If not for his mother constantly pushing him, he would still be good friends with Dugu Xiaojin and Feng Xiaoli.

Seeing her son’s state, Nalan Yan’er was shocked.

"Jin’er, what’s the matter with you? Your Queen Mother was just casually inquiring."

"I have no mother like you."

Dongfang Jin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and ran out quickly.

Nalan Yan’er was stunned, unable to believe her son would utter such words.

"You and your father are both heartless."

Nalan Yan’er felt a pain in her heart from the anger. It took her a long while to catch her breath.

"Where is Xiuxiu? Why haven’t I seen her all day?"

Nalan Yan’er asked the servant beside her.

"Reporting to the Crown Princess Consort, Her Highness went to the Imperial Palace early in the morning. She said the Imperial Princess Consort summoned her."

Nalan Yan’er had heard that Dongfang Xiu was very fond of the cakes made by the Imperial Princess Consort. These days, she wouldn’t even eat the meals prepared in the manor, constantly clamoring to go to the palace, showing more intimacy with the Imperial Princess Consort than her own mother.

Hearing this, Nalan Yan’er’s mood further worsened.

Her own children, whom she had carried for ten months, were not close to her, and now even her daughter was drifting away—how could they treat her like this after all her efforts in giving birth to them?

Seeing Nalan Yan’er about to fly into a rage, the servants nearby did not dare to utter a word and kept their distance.

Amid the clattering sound of cups and dishes falling to the floor, Hua Wushang entered and saw broken porcelain pieces all over the ground, then looked at Nalan Yan’er’s expression and couldn’t help but frown.

The gentle and beautiful Crown Princess Consort now resembles a foul-mouthed shrew, her face full of malice, completely transforming her once pleasant features.

Hua Wushang slightly frowned and walked forward.

"Who has made you so angry?"

"Wushang, I’m glad you’re here. Last time, you helped Jinjin promote his cultivation and condense the Wenhua Seal. Could you help him promote again? My son will not be worse than anyone else."

Nalan Yan’er looked at Hua Wushang with a face full of pleading.

Nalan Yan’er was still not satisfied. Although Dugu Xiaojin had already condensed the Wuji Fire Seal, Jinjin was her son, and he must be able to condense the Wenhua Fire Seal as well.

"I’m sorry, I can’t do it."

Hua Wushang did not agree.

"You have a method, you must have a way. I beg you."

Nalan Yan’er grabbed Hua Wushang’s hand, but he shook her off abruptly.

"No one can withstand that medicine twice, except... unless you want him to die."

The word "die" was so shocking that Nalan Yan’er was instantly scared stiff.

"If you insist on trying, you must bear the consequences yourself."

Just as Hua Wushang turned to leave, Nalan Yan’er suddenly asked.

"Do you have any relation with Imperial Consort Dugu?"

She stared at Hua Wushang. She could feel that after returning from the Competition Among Ten Countries, Hua Wushang’s attitude towards her had become much colder.

She had a premonition that she had become an expendable piece.

Nalan Yan’er suddenly felt uneasy. Since her grandfather’s death, her only support had been Hua Wushang. To be precise, for all these years, her support had been Hua Wushang. If Hua Wushang abandoned them, her and her son, at this juncture...

Nalan Yan’er dared not think further; she had already lost Dugu Wu, she couldn’t afford to lose Hua Wushang’s support too.

"You’ve always been intelligent. Do not ask questions you shouldn’t."

Hua Wushang turned away coldly.

"Wushang, I’m begging you, help me one more time."

A bottle of medicine rolled to Nalan Yan’er’s feet.

She stood there dumbfounded. After a long while, she picked up the bottle with trembling fingers...

On the streets of Chu City, a horse carriage came to a stop. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"My little ancestor. The Princess Consort has said before, you are not to buy food at random on the way."

Chun Liu looked troubled, as she had just returned from the palace with Feng Xiaoli.

They had not even reached Prince Shun’s Mansion when Feng Xiaoli started clamoring for osmanthus cake.

Still some distance from Prince Mansion, Feng Xiaoli’s stomach was growling with hunger. Lately, for some unknown reason, Feng Xiaoli was getting hungry very quickly, and yet she was unwilling to eat while in the Imperial Palace, resulting in Chun Liu rushing her back to Prince Shun’s Mansion where the young miss would wolf down her meals.

The Princess Consort had repeatedly instructed Chun Liu that when she was not present, she must not allow Feng Xiaoli to indulge in gluttony, otherwise, Feng Xiaoli would get fat again.

Feng Bailing’s greatest worry was that Feng Xiaoli would grow up to be a big chubby girl. After all, Feng Bailing herself had a tendency to gain weight easily, and she did not want her daughter to repeat her own mistakes.

A little girl chubby and cute, but an adult woman overweight is a fright.

"Please, Chun Liu, just secretly buy it for me this time, Xiaoli is starving."

Feng Xiaoli rubbed her pitiful little stomach, which cooperatively "gurgled" twice in response.