Chapter 5: Chapter 5 Endocrine Disruption is a Major Issue Chapter 5: Chapter 5 Endocrine Disruption is a Major Issue Dugu Wu felt as if his knee had been stung by a bee, followed by a numbing sensation, and the pain quickly disappeared.
Due to the ergency, Feng Bailing couldn’t prepare herbal dicine and had to use a concentrated dicinal solution.
Luckily, there was a dose of leftover lidocaine in the ergency box which she applied on the needle for pain block and injected into the injured knee, allowing Dugu Wu to lose his sense of pain, akin to having a cast.
“Within thirty-six hours, the Ninth Prince can walk as usual, but rember not to channel Qi, eat light food, avoid stimulants, oh, and also won. In addition, here are a few packs of dicinal powder for you. If you have a fever, take half a pack a day.”
Feng Bailing fumbled in her sleeve and pulled out a few packets of crushed anti-inflammatory dicine.
With Feng Wan’s help, Dugu Wu took a few steps, just a few, and Feng Wan’s eyes nearly popped out.
Dugu Wu felt no pain in his lower left limb and could indeed walk freely. He relaxed his heart but suddenly felt sothing was amiss; he touched his waist, and rage stord in his eyes.
“Take it out!”
In Feng Bailing’s hand was already a piece of Jade Pendant, warm and hand-sized but only half of it, unrecognizable as any particular animal.
“This is my other condition, Ninth Prince. A promise made by a gentleman is hard to retract.”
Feng Bailing secretly rejoiced, knowing this Jade Pendant was Dugu Wu’s personal item, imbued with much of his essence, perfect for enhancing the seventh sense.
Dugu Wu had a dark face; he had been tricked.
Feng Bailing bundled up Xiao Li snugly, and mother and daughter mounted the horse.
Feng Xiaoli’s eyes were red, much like a little white rabbit, reluctant to leave, turning her head back every three steps.
“Xiao Li, behave, he will co looking for us.”
That man, still stubborn; after three days, he would understand that only she could cure his wound.
Approaching Chu City, Feng Bailing slowed down as a figure stumbled forward.
Feng Bailing focused and saw that the arrival had a round face and was unremarkable, wearing an old washed-out coat.
It was her other maid, Chun Liu.
“Woo woo woo, Miss, Miss, I’m glad you’re alright.”
Seeing Feng Bailing and Feng Xiaoli, Chun Liu’s heart dropped a heavy stone, and she collapsed on the ground.
A pair of hands appeared; Feng Bailing dismounted, helped Chun Liu up, and patted off the dirt for her.
“Miss, don’t dirty your hands.”
Chun Liu got busy; she was covered in snow and mud, her face red, feeling guilty for always being clumsy, unlike Xia Zhu, who enjoyed Miss’s favor.
Seeing Chun Liu after such a long ti felt like worlds apart to Feng Bailing.
After Xiao Li’s tragic death, she was discovered to have lost her virtue and was expelled from the Princess’ Mansion the sa day.
By then, Xia Zhu had already disappeared; only Chun Liu, whom she had always despised, was willing to follow her.
When they were starving and fell into street holessness, Chun Liu went from door to door washing clothes to support them both.
But Chun Liu’s fate… One day, while out washing clothes, she was raped by n sent by Xiangxue, lying naked on the ground, point and stared at, and Feng Bailing vividly rembered their last encounter.
“Miss, Chun Liu is dirty… Don’t dirty your hands.”
Chun Liu lay on the muddy street like a rag, her once plump cheeks now hollowed. She struggled to squeeze out a smile and closed her eyes.
“Chun Liu isn’t dirty at all.”
Feng Bailing embraced Chun Liu, and the warm body of the other reminded her that all of this was not a dream.
Xiao Li, Chun Liu… mother, everything about the Princess’ Mansion, there’s still ti.
“Miss, quickly return to the Princess’ Mansion; sothing serious has happened, the master wants to expel you from the mansion.”
Chun Liu felt honored and startled, her words ca out unclearly.
“Feng Zhanlian has returned.”
Feng Bailing also knew that now was not the ti for sorrow or grief; what was ant to co would eventually co.
Chun Liu was perplexed and puzzled. How could Miss dare to call Master by his na outright? In her mory, Miss had always preferred the company of Master over the Princess, despite being less close to him. Master was the top scorer, graceful in presence, and charming in literature.
Miss had a stubborn personality, but she was the only filial daughter in front of Master, very obedient.
“Chun Liu, I recall you have a distant relative in Chu City; take Xiao Li and stay there for a while. There are things in the mansion that I need to handle. I will co later to fetch you two.”
In a previous life, no one buried Chun Liu. Feng Bailing, having no money, ended with Chun Liu’s relatives burying her, preventing her body from being left exposed on the streets.
Feng Bailing took out a purse, containing a gold leaf and so small silver change, all of which she gave to Chun Liu.
Although from a distinguished family, Feng Bailing never used to carry money, which was always managed by the astute Xia Zhu.
The purse was found on the Coachman, presumably given as a reward by soone.
Chun Liu was utterly confused but fortunately, her mind wasn’t keen, yet she had a significant advantage: she never asked unnecessary questions. In her heart, she felt that Miss was sowhat different today, her actions and speech resembled those of generals about to go to war in a play!
Feng Xiaoli, however, did not cry or fuss. She always liked round-faced Chun Liu, who resembled a mooncake, disliked Xia Zhu, and moreover, did not care for that place called “Pig Mansion,” where people spoke oddly.
“Miss, if Master troubles you, go find the Princess. There is no overnight grudge between mother and daughter; bow down to her, and she will surely help you.”
After Chun Liu and Xiao Li left, Feng Bailing took the horse back to the Princess’ Mansion.
Upon seeing Feng Bailing, the servants of the Princess’ Mansion looked at her differently, and Housekeeper Wang asked her to et Master in the front hall.
Feng Bailing scoffed, ignoring him and returned to her own room.
After several years of absence, the room was covered in a thick layer of dust. Feng Bailing glanced at herself in the copper mirror.
Upon seeing her reflection, she was again shocked by her own appearance.
So ugly.
Her face was full of red bumps, so festering with pus, her swollen features a ghastly sight. No wonder the despicable Seventh Prince disdained her; instead, there was Feng Xiangxue, with eyes full of spring and a waist as slender as willow, her delicate form, which any man would love.
The mont of realization—when she had beco like this—ca swiftly. Feng Bailing rembered that since she had mory, Aunt Xue had loved to prepare sweets and ats for her. By the age of seven or eight, she had grown as round as a ball.
Then later, pregnant, her face began to develop bumps, one after another, completely ruining her face.
After giving birth, the bumps never subsided.
She touched the bumps, slightly resembling acne—perhaps she had a severe hormonal imbalance…
Just as she was thinking, the room’s door banged open.
“Unfilial daughter, you still have the face to return!”
The newcor was a middle-aged man over forty, dressed as an official, still handso with a well-grood beard and upright posture, indeed a middle-aged handso man.
Feng Zhanlian’s face contorted slightly with rage.
Beside him, the red-cheeked Feng Xiangxue and the two kneeling nannies followed.
Seeing Feng Bailing’s hideous appearance, Feng Zhanlian was even more enraged.
Utterly grotesque, such a person being his daughter and having done such disgraceful deeds, indeed a disgrace—why wasn’t it her who died in a well?
Feng Xiangxue scoffed internally; she knew Feng Bailing well. Confronted by father, Feng Bailing had no choice but to kneel and beg for rcy.
Unexpectedly, without even lifting her eyelids, Feng Bailing’s lips twitched slightly, uttering just two words.
“Kneel down.”
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