Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 676: He Is a Transmigrator

"Kneel to Heaven and Earth, bow to the high hall..."

As they bowed to the high hall, the matchmaker on the side handed over two cups of tea.

"Prince, Princess Consort, this tea was prepared by the bride. She said the groom owes his success today to big brother and big sister, thus please drink this tea, and from now on, we are all one family."

Feng Bailing and Dugu Wu exchanged a glance, and Dongfang Yong’s expression also changed slightly. He glanced at Nalan Chun beside him. Although his relationship with Dugu Wu had eased, he did not recognize Dugu Wu as a brother.

This tea was clearly arranged by Chunchun. He originally wanted to refuse, but at this moment Nalan Chun reached out and gently pinched his hand.

Dongfang Yong couldn’t help but soften his heart; he knew that Nalan Chun was kind-hearted and always wanted him to reconcile with Dugu Wu.

Well, he had no life-and-death grudge against Dugu Wu, just mutual distaste. For Chunchun’s sake today, he reluctantly presented the tea and performed the ceremonial bows.

Dongfang Yong and Nalan Chun stepped forward, each holding a cup of tea, and offered them to Feng Bailing and Dugu Wu.

Dugu Wu was stoic, his thoughts unfathomable.

Feng Bailing also accepted the tea, but at that moment, she suddenly felt a churning in her stomach, the discomfort of pregnancy returning.

Feng Bailing’s face turned pale, her hand holding the cup trembling slightly.

Hot water splashed from the cup, and the moment it touched Feng Bailing’s hand, the Water Holy Seal within her stirred slightly, and a scene suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Put the medicine in, and make sure Dugu Wu drinks it," a somewhat petulant female saint commanded.

"But..."

Nalan Chun’s face was pale; she bit her lip lightly and seemed very pained.

"What, you want to defy me? Don’t forget, I can easily make your Brother Yong die a miserable death. And I can also ensure you never see him again."

The voice carried a threatening tone.

Nalan Chun shook, silently taking out a bottle. From it, she took one pill, then another, placing them each in two prepared cups.

After putting the medicine in, Nalan Chun bit her lip again.

"If this medicine is for Dugu Wu, why put it in two cups? What if Princess Consort Wu..."

"Heh, what, worried about Princess Consort Wu getting involved? That woman is just someone who changed your appearance, and you can’t bear to see her die?"

The petulant female voice came again.

"Don’t worry, this medicine only affects Dugu Wu. Ordinary people who consume it, especially those with no gifts at all, will not be substantially harmed. After tonight, you can live the life you’ve always wanted."

The vision disappeared in an instant.

Feng Bailing’s body shook, still somewhat disbelieving, looking at the cup in her hands.

Dugu Wu, who was about to drink the tea, saw this and said in a low voice.

"How careless."

He took the cup from Feng Bailing’s hands, then checked her hand.

A red mark appeared on the man’s pale hand as his brows furrowed tightly.

"Prince, Princess Consort, please finish the tea, the auspicious time waits for no one."

The matchmaker urged from the side.

Dugu Wu gave her a glare, frightening the matchmaker into shivering.

Though discontented, once Dugu Wu confirmed that Feng Bailing’s hand was fine, he reluctantly took the tea.

Just as Dugu Wu was about to drink it, Feng Bailing snatched away his cup and drank the tea in one gulp.

In a hurry, she also drank down her own cup.

Witnessing this, Dongfang Yong and Nalan Chun, especially Nalan Chun, were stunned.

Feng Bailing put down the cup with some embarrassment; as long as you’re not embarrassed, others will be.

"Sorry, greeting guests all the way has left me parched."

"Someone, brew another cup of tea for Prince Wu."

Seeing Feng Bailing’s gesture, the others all knew and just smiled, but only Feng Zhanlian, standing to one side, saw it and his eyes flickered, revealing a profound depth.

After drinking the freshly brewed tea, Dugu Wu continued with the wedding ceremony.

"The couple bows to each other."

After Dongfang Yong and Nalan Chun bowed to each other as husband and wife, there was a burst of joyous laughter, and Feng Zhanlian stood up smiling.

"Miss Nalan and Brother Dongfang are truly a match of talent and beauty. I, Feng Zhanlian, am fortunate to witness this ceremony today and am moved. Fittingly, I have a poem to present to the couple."

Dongfang Yong and Nalan Chun were somewhat surprised, but in the Great Chu’s wedding customs, it was indeed not strange to have someone offer congratulations at the ceremony.

Feng Zhanlian began to speak.

"’Till death do us part, a promise made: hand in hand, we shall old age greet."

With just these short lines, as soon as the words were out, there was an outburst of applause in the hall.

Feng Zhanlian, the previous top scorer, had gained an infamous reputation because of the incident with Dongfang Lianhua, yet no one expected him to come up with such a poem.

The Crown Prince couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng."

Dongfang Yong also hastily cupped his hands in thanks.

Only Feng Bailing, seated there, was inwardly shaken. Because it was clear from Feng Zhanlian’s poem that he truly was no longer the Feng Zhanlian of the past.

What exactly was going on? And those two cups of tea given to Nalan Chun, who exactly was the owner of that spoiled-sounding female voice?

After the ceremony, guests from Prince Shun’s Mansion all went to the Drunken Immortal.

Feng Bailing and Dugu Wu had just reached the entrance of the mansion when they were suddenly called to a halt.

Feng Bailing saw Feng Zhanlian.

Dugu Wu furrowed his brow; he knew that Feng Bailing did not like Feng Zhanlian.

"Prince Wu, you go first; I will go and meet him."

Feng Bailing said coldly.

So it has come, as expected.

Feng Zhanlian deliberately composed a poem in public, his intention...

Feng Bailing and Feng Zhanlian retreated to a side hall, where Feng Bailing dismissed his attendants, leaving just the two of them.

"You are not Feng Zhanlian, who exactly are you?"

Feng Bailing’s voice was cold.

"Princess Consort, there’s no need for us to mock each other - I am not Feng Zhanlian, just as you are not Feng Bailing."

Feng Zhanlian smiled, his face full of inscrutability as he looked at Feng Bailing.

Feng Bailing was the picture of composure.

"How could I not be Feng Bailing? If I am not Feng Bailing, may I be struck by lightning. Feng Zhanlian, do you dare to swear that you are really Feng Zhanlian?"

Feng Bailing had not expected Feng Zhanlian to swear such a venomous oath.

Could it be a misunderstanding?

Feng Zhanlian spoke gravely.

"You can’t be Feng Bailing, I’ve heard that since your return from the other house, you’ve become a different person, your medical skill has greatly improved. You even healed your mother Dongfang Lianhua. All the signs indicate that you must have transmigrated."

Feng Zhanlian watched for any change in Feng Bailing’s expression, but to his surprise, Feng Bailing did not even blink, calmly taking a sip of tea.

"Feng Zhanlian, you don’t need to probe me with your words; I don’t understand what you’re saying. I don’t care who you are now, but remember one thing..."