Chapter 255: Chapter 257: In a Fit of Anger, Returning to Her Mother’s Home

The sky had just brightened when Chuyue Tower was sealed off.

Feng Ruoyan unfortunately suffered a miscarriage, and Noble Princess Consort Xiao was infuriated, ordering to seal off Chuyue Tower.

Nalan Yan’er suffered a loss this time without being able to defend herself.

The beer was clearly bought from Drunken Immortal Inn, yet she dared not explain more as Noble Princess Consort Xiao was in a rage and would listen to no one.

Nalan Yan’er grew angrier the more she thought about it and threw a tantrum in the Crown Prince Mansion.

“This must be related to Feng Bailing. I asked Feng Ruoyan, she originally could not buy the beer, it was Feng Luochen who gave it to her. Drunken Immortal Inn did not specify that the beer should not be overly chilled, and I’ve long suspected there was something off about how Drunken Immortal Inn resold it to us. Ouyang Chenchen alone wouldn’t have concocted such a plan, it must be Feng Bailing.”

“Talking more serves no purpose. Let the matter of Chuyue Tower be dropped. If you truly wish to vent your frustrations, I could give you a suggestion.”

Hua Wushang told Nalan Yan’er about the scene he had witnessed in the Imperial Study.

“Are you saying that the painting is of a woman’s back? That painting is of Lady Dugu, the mother of Dugu Wu, it should be in the Prince Shun’s Mansion. I saw it when I was a child.”

Nalan Yan’er and Dugu Wu had known each other since childhood, she once played hide and seek and inadvertently went to Lan Courtyard, and she remembered that Dugu Wu really didn’t want to go inside, he hated that painting.

She knew Dugu Wu’s character well, the more he showed his dislike, the more it meant he cared.

Upon hearing this news, Nalan Yan’er was ecstatic.

How did that painting end up in Emperor Yongye’s possession, without doubt, it must be Feng Bailing’s doing.

The night Feng Bailing got married to the Prince of House Sheng, a fire broke out in Lan Courtyard, it was said that everything inside was burned.

Nalan Yan’er was talking in the living room, Dongfang Jin came back from Imperial Academy.

Just as he passed the doorway, he heard some servants gossiping.

“Lord Hua came again.”

“The Crown Princess Consort and Lord Hua seem very close.”

“Keep your voice down, if someone hears this, there will be trouble.”

“What’s the fuss, I think the Crown Princess Consort is quite pitiable. The Crown Prince has been unconscious for four years now, besides, Lord Hua is a talented man.”

Dongfang Jin didn’t say anything, but entered a courtyard.

Upon pushing the door and entering, he saw a man lying on the bed.

It was a lean man, though lying on the sickbed for years, one could tell he was a tall man when healthy, his face was covered in blue stubble, and his limbs showed some degree of atrophy.

The man lying on the bed was Crown Prince Dongfang Yu of Great Chu.

He had been lying in sickness for many years, the once spirited young man now disfigured by illness.

The scent of flowers mixed with the smell of medicinal soup filled the room.

“Father, your son is here to see you.”

Dongfang Jin, with a complex expression, walked to the bedside.

He hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to let his father consume the water from the Spiritual Spring.

Before the Wenhua Seal was formed, he didn’t like coming here. His father was motionless, the room had a medicinal smell, and both he and Xiuxiu were somewhat scared of him.

However, after forming the Wenhua Seal and opening his spiritual awareness, he felt a special affection for this father who had never awakened.

If father wakes up, he would surely protect him and Xiuxiu as Dugu Xiaojin and Feng Xiaoli’s father do, no one would be able to bully them.

“They say you are going to die soon. Father, please wake up quickly.”

Dongfang Jin spoke softly, taking out a porcelain bottle and dripping the water on Dongfang Yu’s dry lips.

The well water fell on Dongfang Yu’s parched lips.

The originally wilted and lackluster lips, after being moistened, regained a bit of color.

“This is really the Spiritual Spring!”

Overwhelmed by excitement, Dongfang Jin clenched his fists, determined to have his father wake up!

The room door was suddenly pushed open.

Dugu Wu walked in with a grim face.

“How did you come back? Didn’t you say you were busy at the Ministry of Revenue, gathering military provisions and pay?”

Feng Bailing was pondering how she could sell the excess oil to other countries to gather the remaining one hundred thousand taels.

“You lied to me. The painting was not destroyed, you handed it over to Emperor Yongye.”

Dugu Wu looked at Feng Bailing with icy eyes.

“Did you know about the painting?”

Feng Bailing felt somewhat guilty.

“If it weren’t for Nalan Yan’er telling me, I would have been deceived by you forever.”

“Again it’s Nalan Yan’er. You believe what she says but not what I say. I admit that I indeed gave the painting to Emperor Yongye, but I had no choice, otherwise he would not agree to my mother’s divorce from Feng Zhanlian.”

The painting of Lady Dugu, Feng Bailing had always felt guilty about, she originally planned to explain it to Dugu Wu.

But upon hearing Nalan Yan’er’s name, Feng Bailing became furious.

“So you married into Prince Shun’s Mansion because of the secret decree, is that also true?”

Dugu Wu’s expression became colder and colder.

It felt like there was a blunt knife, slowly carving thousands of holes in his heart.

Pain, a pain straight through the heart.

“I…”

“Feng Bailing, I told you not to lie to me. Otherwise, I would kill you.”

“Will killing me make you happy? Dugu Wu, don’t forget that we are now grasshoppers on the same string. Only I can cure your leg.”

Dugu Wu’s heterochromatic eyes emitted a terrifying light.

He desperately wanted to tear the woman in front of him into pieces.

Suppressing the urge to kill, he clenched his fists tightly, trembling all over with rage.

“Mom and Dad.”

Feng Xiaoli heard the commotion here, her mouth pouted, apparently afraid that Mom and Dad would start fighting, she grievously dragged a little stool, sat between Dugu Wu and Feng Bailing, and suddenly burst into tears.

“Get out!”

Dugu Wu roared.

Get out, the farther the better.

Only when he couldn’t see her, would his heartache lessen.

That long-lost terrible feeling, like a flood, overwhelmed him.

The last time he felt this was when his mother abandoned him.

He was afraid he might lose control and hurt her.

Feng Bailing’s eyes reddened, and she turned to leave.

Feng Xiaoli pouted her mouth.

She didn’t like Dad anymore.

She angrily returned to her room, dragged out a large bundle, walked halfway, then turned back and picked up Hei Dian.

“Her Majesty~ Xiaoli will roll with you.”

Feng Bailing carried her daughter out.

When they reached the gate of Wu Courtyard, they saw Dugu Xiaojin just coming back from school.

“Xiaojin, Her Majesty is taking Xiaoli back to the Princess’ Mansion first. Take good care of yourself and your father.”

Seeing Dugu Xiaojin’s frightened appearance, Feng Bailing’s nose soured, she gritted her teeth and left with Feng Xiaoli.

“Queen Mother!”

Dugu Xiaojin called out loudly behind her.

Feng Bailing didn’t turn back.

Feng Bailing’s heart was in great discomfort.

Several times, she wanted to turn back.

But reason told her she couldn’t, as Dugu Xiaojin was Dugu Wu’s son.

Just as Feng Xiaoli is her daughter.

She couldn’t selfishly take Dugu Xiaojin away.

“Liars. All of you are liars. You promised we’d always be together, never apart. Queen Mother doesn’t want me anymore, Xiaoli doesn’t want me either.”

Dugu Xiaojin watched Feng Bailing and Feng Xiaoli walk away, muttering, with tears covering his face.

“Xiaojin, you still have your father.”

When Dugu Wu came out, he saw his son standing there, like a statue.

“I hate you.”

Dugu Xiaojin pushed away Dugu Wu and sprinted into his room, locking the door.

Hate him? …He also hated himself, Dugu Wu closed his eyes, his heart desolate.