Chapter 20 Oh no, the scoundrel is having a secret rendezvous

Passing through the corridor, there was a quiet palace.

Feng Bailing was led here by Dugu Xiaojin, the little fellow running until he was sweating on his forehead.

When they reached the outside of the side hall, he slowed his pace, his expression hesitant. Only then did he realize he was holding Feng Bailing's hand and retracted it in fright.

He examined his own arm, his eyes brightened—on his little arm, there were no rashes.

He stood puzzled, while Feng Bailing took the opportunity to grab hold of him.

With a 'snap', she applied a hemostatic sticker on his forehead. She genuinely liked this child, who, although not talkative, made people irresistibly want to be close to him.

"You brought me here..."

Feng Bailing had not finished speaking when she heard voices coming from inside the side hall.

Hearing the voices, Feng Bailing took a sharp intake of breath.

Dugu Xiaojin also heard the noise, tiptoed to peep inside, but Feng Bailing quickly covered her eyes.

"Not suitable for children."

Oh snap, a dog of a man, a major scene of catching infidelity!

Xiaojin's face turned as red as a fully cooked crawfish, held in Feng Bailing's arms, pressed against her body, surrounded by a warm, fragrant scent.

Feng Bailing looked into the side hall.

Inside the side hall, tears welled in Nalan Yan'er's eyes, her face full of concern.

"Ah Wu, why must you keep everyone at arm's length."

The hall's furnishings were simple, emitting an aura of 'no strangers allowed'.

Dugu Wu, the Ninth Prince, lay on the bed with his eyes closed, not looking at Nalan Yan'er.

"Crown Princess Consort, I do not deserve this. You should leave quickly, lest you give others something to talk about."

He had been seriously injured, and Emperor Yongye, sympathetic to his condition, allowed him to stay in the palace to recuperate.

That was only the official reason; his refusal to marry had angered Emperor Yongye, who also ordered an investigation into the assassination attempt.

"Years have passed, yet you still refuse to forgive me. I had no choice but to marry the Crown Prince."

Nalan Yan'er gazed at the man on the bed; wounded though he was, he remained as majestic and handsome as ever.

Dugu Wu, the Ninth Prince, and the Crown Prince were utterly different; the Crown Prince was a modest gentleman, gentle as jade, serene like a calm lake, whereas Dugu Wu was like a fierce ocean, occasionally stirring up angry waves.

Yet, such a man had a fatal attraction for her, a woman always seen as a lady of good family.

"Let the past be the past, please forget it, Crown Princess Consort."

Dugu Wu still had his eyes closed, but his slightly trembling hand betrayed his emotions.

This assassination incident implicated many.

The common people called him "the Ninth Prince," and Emperor Yongye probably harbored thoughts of killing him.

He had initially planned everything, intending to lie low, but everything was disrupted by Feng Bailing.

"I admire Prince Dugu..."

That sweet and mellow voice echoed in his ears, making him almost forget Nalan Yan'er's presence.

Under these circumstances, he could no longer be involved with Nalan Yan'er in any way.

"You once promised me, no matter what I did, you would wait for me. Have you forgotten?"

Nalan Yan'er looked tenderly at Dugu Wu, holding a medicine bowl in her hand.

They loved each other mutually, and if it wasn't for his birth chart indicating ominous signs, making their families reluctant to let them marry, she would already be his wife.

"I did promise you. That night, you risked your life to save me, lost in demonic fire, and lost your purity; I'm willing to give everything in return. I asked you to wait for me for six months, but when I returned to court, you were already the Crown Princess."

Dugu Wu suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils cold and indifferent.

The bone-chilling cold in his eyes made Nalan Yan'er's heart tremble unconsciously.

"I had no choice then; I was already pregnant. If I didn't marry, both my reputation and my family's reputation would be destroyed."

"Enough."

Dugu Wu was impatient.

If the child is truly his, and she marries the Crown Prince with his child, he could never forgive.

Their relationship was already destroyed the moment she got married.

The Crown Prince had been unconscious for three years, he waited for her for three years, but she repeatedly disappointed him.

What she wanted was the position of the Crown Princess Consort, the rule over the Great Chu.

Could he really not give her all of this?

"My child is only Dugu Xiaojin."

When Dugu Wu said this, Feng Bailing felt Dugu Xiaojin in his arms shiver slightly.

Is he Dugu Wu's child?

What kind of scoundrel could father such a cute child, it must be the mother's good genes.

Feng Bailing thought mockingly.

"He is just an abandoned infant you picked up. Xiaojin and Xiao Xiu are the real ones..."

Nalan Yan'er said with a face full of reluctance.

In Feng Bailing's arms, Dugu Xiaojin stiffened, his large eyes filled with loss.

Suddenly, there was warmth above his head, and he was stunned.

A hand appeared on his little head, as soft as the gentlest feather, lightly caressing his head over and over, as though some mystical power was relaxing his whole body.

Nalan Yan'er screamed out loud.

The bowl of medicine in her hands exploded, splashing her with the soup.

"If you dare say Xiaojin isn't my son again, it will end up like this bowl."

Inside the room, the air pressure was so low it was suffocating.

Even Nalan Yan'er, carrying the Wenhua Seal, couldn't bear it, tears welling up in her eyes as she fled from the room.

"You still won't come out."

With a cruel tone tinged with annoyance, Dugu Wu stared at the doorway.

The two quails huddled in the corner exchanged glances, and Feng Bailing, moved by Dugu Xiaojin's pitiful little eyes, reluctantly giggled and pulling Dugu Xiaojin, walked in.

"Ninth Prince, your son brought me here to treat you."

Someone approached the side hall, and he noticed immediately; he intended to act but unexpectedly caught a familiar scent.

Dugu Wu glanced at Dugu Xiaojin, isn't this boy supposed to dislike women?

Dugu Xiaojin stood obediently beside Feng Bailing, feeling somewhat uneasy, wanting to step forward but not daring to.

His neck suddenly tightened, Feng Bailing lifted Dugu Xiaojin and tossed him beside Dugu Wu.

"Tell him, you care about him, afraid that he might die or get hurt. A real man, daring in love and hate, should speak out his care."

Dugu Xiaojin suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with stars!

Wow, so impressive, it's his first time seeing someone talk like this in front of his father.

Dugu Wu's mouth twitched fiercely.

Ha~ He really should thank her for teaching his son!

With her words, he couldn't let himself be incapacitated, he tried to stand up.

"Xiaojin, go outside and watch. Don't let anyone else in, I'll treat your father. Don't worry, I'll return him to you hearty and frolicsome."

Feng Bailing crouched down, looking Dugu Xiaojin in the eye, and patted his little head.

Upon hearing he could help, Dugu Xiaojin's eyes lit up, he nodded seriously and then ran out with his short legs.

Dugu Wu's expression became even more bizarre, he couldn't let this woman poison his son, he definitely wouldn't accept her treatment, thinking she was up to something.

The position of Princess Consort will never be hers!

He clenched his teeth trying to stand up, he could move, but a sharp pain in his foot made him unstable, just then, Feng Bailing turned around.