CHAPTER 411: CHAPTER 413: THE GLOWING BUDDHIST ALMS BOWL

Oh, the main point for the Princess Consort is that the Prince and Feng Zhao’an spent an entire afternoon together.

In a hidden spot, the melon-eating crowd—Feng Wan and Chun Liu—suddenly had an epiphany.

The Princess Consort is jealous, and she’s actually jealous over another man.

Dugu Wu, who was originally full of anger, suddenly felt the steam inside him dissipate, his voice softened.

"Let me in first."

Dugu Wu could guess without looking back how many pairs of eyes were watching him from the shadows.

As the mighty Prince Wu, wasn’t it shameless to be locked out by Feng Bailing? How could he lift his head in front of his son, daughter, and subordinates in the future?

Only then did Feng Bailing open the door and let Dugu Wu in.

As Dugu Wu entered the room, two little heads emerged from the bushes.

"Baishan, well done."

Dugu Xiaojin and Feng Xiaoli had a look of being terribly worried about their parents.

Especially Feng Xiaoli.

She had long noticed that Her Majesty actually liked Father very much, but Her Majesty was just too stubborn to admit it.

As for Father, of course he also liked Her Majesty because he only got angry with Her Majesty.

"To reward you, you’ll get a supper tonight."

Having said that, Feng Xiaoli took out her Buddhist Alms Bowl, filled with a pile of meat.

Baishan was very happy, wagging his tail to start eating.

Feng Xiaoli had long discovered that Baishan particularly liked eating from this bowl and also loved meat with bones.

Unfortunately, not long ago, Her Majesty had taken the bowl away, and because of that, Baishan didn’t even feel like eating.

"Xiao Li, did you actually put the meat in the Buddhist Alms Bowl?"

Dugu Xiaojin pressed his forehead.

"This bowl has been blessed, it was specially used to pray for your well-being, it’s not supposed to be sullied by meat."

Dugu Xiaojin spoke with weighty words.

Feng Bailing had not told Dugu Xiaojin what the bowl was for, but he knew it possessed mysterious powers and could even save his sister’s life, so he cherished it greatly.

"But, Brother Xiaojin, didn’t we learn a saying in our books, ’Wine and meat pass through the intestines, while Buddha stays in the heart’? By eating more meat, Buddha will bless us."

(⊙o⊙)...

It seems to make some sense...

Dugu Xiaojin could only pick up the bowl, picking out a few bones so that Baishan wouldn’t get choked by them while greedily eating.

At that moment, Dugu Xiaojin accidentally touched one of the bones, and his finger was pricked, bleeding into the Buddhist Alms Bowl.

Strangely enough, the blood just disappeared instantly.

Xiaojin didn’t pay it much mind and, after removing the bones, he handed the bowl back to Baishan.

"Don’t let this happen again, I’ll wash it tomorrow morning, and you keep it safe."

Dugu Xiaojin took his sister’s hand and sent her off to sleep.

As soon as Dugu Wu entered, he closed the door and pulled Feng Bailing into his arms.

"Have you had enough of a fuss?"

Feng Bailing didn’t have as much strength as him, so she could only pinch the flesh around his waist vigorously, but the man’s muscles were so firm that after a long time, it was her hand that hurt from pinching.

"Who’s making an unreasonable fuss? You have no idea how the people of Feng Mansion treat our family. Our brother, Xiao Li, and I..."

Feng Bailing thought of that other life, her eyes reddening slightly.

The Feng Mansion isn’t home to a single decent person.

He is the only son of Feng Mansion and also the heir. When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent.

Dugu Wu could hear the grievance in Feng Bailing’s voice, and his heart softened involuntarily.

"I know I’m being unreasonable, and Feng Zhao’an is also a good subordinate. But, Dugu Wu, we are husband and wife now. At least for this year, we are husband and wife. Sometimes, as a spouse, you have to stand by your partner unconditionally, even when you know, rationally, that something is wrong. But emotionally, you have to support me, just like I would support you unconditionally if you encounter any trouble."

Scenes after scenes flashed through Dugu Wu’s mind.

She indeed stood by his side unconditionally, even in the most dangerous moments.

His heart grew softer in some place, and at this moment, he just wanted to coax this little woman into a good mood.

"Alright, I promise you. However, he can’t be transferred from the Ministry of Revenue for the time being, nor would the Ministry of Personnel agree to it. But he won’t be involved in my official affairs anymore. Similarly, when you meet Dongfang Mosheng, you’re not allowed to smile at him, nor have any contact with him."

Dugu Wu whispered in Feng Bailing’s ear.

The man’s voice was very pleasant, unexpectedly gentle, with a bit of magnetism. Feng Bailing felt it was almost as if her ears were getting pregnant.

Why is this guy always so concerned about Dongfang Mosheng! She and Dongfang Mosheng were merely ordinary cousins.

Feng Bailing secretly snickered at this thought, yet a smile couldn’t help forming on her lips.

Only then did Feng Bailing dutifully help Dugu Wu onto the bed. Lying in the same bed, Feng Bailing continued counting sheep.

The man beside her was good, falling asleep as soon as he hit the bed.

Just as Feng Bailing finally felt a bit sleepy, a pair of long arms stretched over.

Before Feng Bailing could react, she had been scooped up by the man and held tightly in his arms.

The old fellow, his leg already lame, with his left leg—the only one that could move a bit—now weighing down on her waist.

Feng Bailing tried to push the man away, but she couldn’t, and as sleepiness overwhelmed her, she too fell asleep.

In the night, the corner of Dugu Wu’s mouth lifted. Since this woman falsely accused him of taking advantage of her, he might as well make the false charge real.

It must be said, sleeping while holding Feng Bailing was indeed very comfortable.

There was a light and fresh fragrance on the woman, a warm and soft touch, as if she possessed some mysterious power that relaxed all of Dugu Wu’s nerves, dissipating all the fatigue of the day, and both of them fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the room, Baishan was gnawing on some meat.

At this moment, the Buddhist Alms Bowl emitted a purple-red light, which, as if having eyes, shot directly into Baishan’s body.

Baishan shuddered, then seemingly nonchalant, wagged his tail and continued eating his meat.

By daybreak, Feng Bailing felt her body sore all over.

But when she looked at the man beside her, he was refreshed and unhurriedly rose, dressed, and washed.

"Dugu Wu, if you dare to press on me again, I will..."

Feng Bailing hadn’t finished speaking when Chun Liu walked in.

Hearing what her young mistress said, Chun Liu’s face turned beet red.

The young mistress actually said such bold words.

Feng Bailing wanted to cry but had no tears. What awful things had she said?

Although that was said, Dugu Wu did what he promised, and on that very day, he transferred Feng Zhao’an away from his subordinates.

Feng Bailing never saw Feng Zhao’an again at Prince Shun’s Mansion.

In the following days, things were calm on the surface, but turbulent waters churned underneath.

The news of the upcoming Competition Among Ten Countries spread among the Ten Countries.

In Great Chu, although the Empress and the Eldest Prince’s factions had been purged, the rivalry between princes continued, becoming increasingly intense.

One day, Feng Bailing went to Yuxiu Academy, only to overhear a few female students whispering.

"Have you heard? The Seventh Prince is about to take a First Princess Consort. He’s marrying Princess Anyang, the daughter of Prince Mu."