Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 9 - : The Humiliating Letter of Divorce

Swallow! Gold!

Dongfang Li was completely taken aback.

"Lord Order Keeper, the Seventh Prince's body is worth more than its weight in gold."

Beside him, Feng Bailing sighed softly and spoke in a ghostly tone.

"Right, well said. Bailing, I knew it, you wouldn't bear to see me suffer. All because that wretched girl framed you, I have wronged you. Rest assured, from now on, I will treat you well."

Dongfang Li took a deep breath, thinking that Feng Bailing was possessed and had changed drastically. Now it seemed that her previous behavior was all about catching by letting loose.

She still had deep-rooted feelings for him, indeed.

As long as he got the golden ring back from her, everything would be negotiable.

Dongfang Li gazed at Feng Bailing with affection, only to see ripples spreading across the calm autumn waters of her eyes.

He had known Feng Bailing for many years but had never really looked at her face, solely because Feng Bailing had been fat and ugly since childhood. Any further glance would have sullied his eyes.

But today, her eyes gave him the illusion that a single glance could suck away his soul and spirit.

Dugu Wu frowned.

The next moment, Feng Bailing raised her hand, supporting Dongfang Li's chin with her right hand and with a twist, her left hand stuffed the golden ring into his mouth.

Gulp—The golden ring slid down Dongfang Li's throat.

"The Seventh Prince's body is worth more than its weight in gold; how can we allow you to swallow gold yourself, let me take the liberty to assist you."

Feng Bailing stepped aside, saying with a smiling gaze.

The golden ring was stuck in Dongfang Li's throat; his face turned beet red, he gagged and retched, exhausting himself to the brink of death, yet the ring did not come out.

"Seventh Prince! Someone come, quick! The Seventh Prince has swallowed gold."

Feng Zhanlian was also stunned.

"Cow's milk, quick... give it to me."

Dongfang Li lay atop the half-barrel of cow's milk, stuck out his buttocks, and began to chug it down greedily.

Dugu Wu's lips were even tighter.

Feng Wan's shoulders shivered uncontrollably as if he was having a fit; he decided to hold the Delusional Girl in higher esteem!

Feng Bailing tucked away her smile, curtsied to Dugu Wu and said crisply.

"Lord Order Keeper, I have another request. I had an engagement with the Seventh Prince, yet he ruined my reputation and harmed my servants. Those who become husband and wife are bound by fate from three past lifetimes, meant to be paired in this life. If the bond is not right, they will only become enemies. This humble girl only asks to dissolve the engagement, so we part ways amicably, both finding happiness." (This passage refers to Dunhuang's Letters of Divorce)

To part ways amicably, both finding happiness.

The girl's voice was pleasant and emphatic, reverberating through every corner of the hall.

Having said this, she presented a divorce letter that had already been prepared.

Divorce?

He, the grand Seventh Prince, was being given a divorce.

Dongfang Li, having drunk a belly full of cow's milk, swollen like a ball, was dazed but heard only two words clearly.

"Feng Bailing, you dare to divorce! You harlot, who else in Chu City would dare to marry you besides myself!"

He raged at Feng Bailing, disregarding the golden ring still in his stomach.

Dugu Wu felt that the Feng Bailing before his eyes was somewhat more pleasing to look at now.

"Reporting to Lord Order Keeper, this marriage cannot be dissolved. Matters of marriage are decided by the commands of the parents and the words of the matchmaker. Their union was bestowed by the Emperor; it cannot be so easily dissolved."

Feng Zhanlian had finally come back to his senses.

Chaos!

Everything was in chaos!

The Princess was not dead, Feng Bailing had not been expelled from the mansion, and the secret edict was still missing.

Under such circumstances, how could this marriage be dissolved?

"If the Seventh Prince even resorts to slurs like 'harlot,' and if Lord Order Keeper does not stand up for this humble girl, then I shall throw myself to death here in this court."

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Feng Bailing made a move, as if to crash into the wall.

Crash and die, then see who can treat your illness!

Feng Bailing glanced at Dugu Wu.

Dugu Wu's palm rested on his knee, his slender fingers lightly tapping on his knee cap, for so far, his legs had always been able to walk properly.

"Miss Feng, though a frail woman, has considerable spirit. What the Seventh Prince did lacks the dignity of the Royal Family. I will report this to the Emperor. Feng Wan, transcribe a letter of marriage annulment so both parties can sign and seal it. From now on, they shall go their separate ways and each find their own happiness."

As Feng Wan copied the text, he wondered if his master's conscience didn't hurt, how weak is she supposed to be?

"Dugu... gulp, gulp."

Dongfang Li was so anxious he started hopping around, but as soon as he moved, he couldn't stop his stomach from hurting, and out of fear, he quickly gulped down a few mouthfuls of cow's milk.

Two letters of marriage annulment were signed under the cold, watching eyes of Dugu Wu.

Feng Bailing gave Dugu Wu a bow, straightened her back, and strode out of the Ancestral Affairs Office.

Outside the Ancestral Affairs Office, Feng Xiangxue stood on her tiptoes in anticipation, hoping to hear good news—preferably seeing Feng Bailing bloodied and dragged out.

But after a long wait, she saw Feng Bailing emerge alone.

"Sister Ling, are you alright?"

Feng Xiangxue was utterly astonished. Looking at Feng Bailing, it wasn't just that she wasn't bloodied and bruised—even her hair was not out of place.

"How can I be okay, Lord Order Keeper has decreed the annulment of my marriage with the Seventh Prince."

Feng Bailing forced a strained smile.

That smile, seen by Feng Xiangxue, was filled with bitterness.

Feng Xiangxue's heart leaped with joy, yet she put on a saddened expression.

Behind her, Feng Zhanlian supported Dongfang Li as they walked out.

Feng Xiangxue hurriedly greeted them.

"Seventh Prince, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Xiangxue saw Dongfang Li's face pale as paper, his steps faltering. Could it be that the Seventh Prince was subjected to harsh punishment?

Dongfang Li pointed at Feng Bailing's retreating figure.

"She..."

Just as he started to speak, his stomach churned violently, and with a retch, he vomited, splattering everything over Feng Xiangxue's face and body.

Behind her, Feng Xiangxue's shrieks sounded oddly pleasant.

The snowy wind hit their faces and lifted Feng Bailing's black hair.

Her eyes were filled with coldness.

"It doesn't matter if you scheme against me, but you should never have targeted my child and family. This is just the beginning. I have one rule in life—if someone offends me, I shall cut them down to the root."

With a flick of her hand, she tore the annulment letter into shreds, scattering it in the snow before she boarded the Feng Mansion's horse carriage.

Shortly after Feng Bailing's carriage had left the Ancestral Affairs Office, another scene unfolded within the Feng Mansion.

The winter wind was bitterly cold. In the inner courtyard of the Princess' Mansion, in a side room with tightly closed doors and windows, fire stoves were lit in all four corners.

The air was so stale it seemed to solidify, the maids were sweating profusely, but none dared to open the doors or windows on their initiative.

A nanny knelt by the bedside, pleading earnestly.

"Princess, I beg of you, Doctor Yang cautioned that you must not leave the room."

Princess Yong'an Dongfang Lianhua struggled to sit up.

She was not yet forty but had languished on a sickbed for years. Her previously pretty face had wilted like a flower deprived of its color.

Dark circles lined her sunken eyes, and what drew the eye most were her lips, not the normal rich red but a faint purple hue. She gasped for air, feeling as if her chest was being ripped apart, suffering unbearable pain, every breath a struggle.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that Ah Ling had come back?"

Scarcely had she spoken when she struggled to her feet, only to feel suffocated after just a few steps, her strength failing her, and she collapsed...