Dugu Wu lowered his gaze, and Feng Bailing, fearing that he might struggle to use the cane, held onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting against the well-developed muscles of Dugu Wu’s front.
That profound Emperor’s aura gave Feng Bailing the refreshment of drinking a large cup of ice-cold cola in June, she burrowed closer into Dugu Wu’s chest.
Dugu Wu tensed up, his steps grew larger.
Once they entered Prince Shun’s Mansion, he would ditch this woman!
Without turning his head, Dugu Wu passed through the welcoming procession, with Dugu Xiaojin behind him, carrying Feng Xiaoli, followed by Hei Dian; the family of four plus Hei Dian composing a bizarre yet harmonious scene.
"Seventh Prince, the horse carriage is ready."
Feng Zhanlian found two new palanquins, thinking to himself that Nan Feng was more thoughtful. Feng Bailing, that reckless girl, only cared about showing off, causing Xiangxue and Feng Mansion to lose all their dignity.
Dongfang Li had someone help the two women into the palanquins.
He watched the retreating figures of the Dugu family of four with discomfort in his heart.
He squeezed out three words through clenched teeth and strode toward the direction of Prince Shun’s Mansion.
"Ah, Seventh Prince, not that way..."
Just as Feng Zhanlian started to speak, Lady Nan Feng tugged at his sleeve.
"Let’s hurry to the carriage too. We’ll head to Prince Shun’s Mansion first. That reckless Feng Bailing, she won’t get rid of me, her father, that easily."
Feng Zhanlian, with a glum face, felt completely ignored!
Lady Nan Feng watched as the palanquins left and swiftly glanced down the alley next to the Princess’ Mansion, exchanging glances with Xiao Junci on the carriage.
The carriage merged with the crowd heading towards Prince Shun’s Mansion.
With joyous music playing, Dugu Wu briskly walked holding Feng Bailing, and in a quarter of an hour, they arrived outside Prince Shun’s Mansion.
Outside Prince Shun’s Mansion, it was brightly decorated and festive.
The Princess Consort Shun and other family members of Prince Shun, along with servants and maids, were already waiting outside.
Marrying a woman who was pregnant before wedlock was one thing; Dugu Wu made it even more public, not considering that this expense was from Prince Shun’s Mansion’s funds.
Moreover, he was no longer the Ninth Prince of the past; his legs were disabled, and during his half-month working at the Ministry of Revenue, he offended many people. This wedding of Prince Shun’s Mansion was set on the same day as the Seventh Prince’s wife acceptance, causing both high officials and generals to receive invitations from both sides, most replying to Dongfang Li’s, whereas few responded to those from Prince Shun’s Mansion.
This wedding should not have taken place.
Among the family members of Prince Shun’s Mansion, only Princess Mingxia looked hopeful, occasionally glancing toward the street.
The Princess Consort Shun wore a long face.
The woman speaking stood next to Princess Mingxia, holding a child.
The woman, about twenty-three or twenty-four, plump and with a gentle round face, was Princess Mingyue who had already been married.
The man who had once clashed with Dugu Wu and his son wore new clothes today, but his ruffian air had not diminished.
Feng Bailing, soon to be Princess Consort Wu, pitiable was her daughter, Mingxia a mute, she wondered when she could ever be married off, and she could only stay in the Prince Manor.
The more the Princess Consort Shun thought, the more annoyed she became, the more unpleasant Feng Bailing looked to her.
"Princess Consort, I heard that that Feng Sanwu also has a daughter, rumored to be illegitimate. You better carefully ascertain it, best to do a Blood Test, or else the illegitimate could end up in Prince Shun’s family register by mistake."
The man added fuel to the fire.
"Queen Mother, I’ve also heard, the rumors in Chu City are quite nasty."
Princess Mingyue also feigned concern.
"I have my judgment."
As the sound of rejoice and firecrackers approached, Princess Mingxia covertly glanced forward.
Princess Consort Shun commanded.
Princess Mingxia could only pull her brother back.
Dugu Wu approached with large strides; seeing his legs, everyone at the front of Prince Shun’s Mansion paused, especially the man who showed a glimpse of complexity in his eyes.
"Where’s the palanquin? And the welcoming procession, what a mess."
Princess Consort Shun, seeing the surrounding spectators, felt more embarrassed.
As Dugu Wu and his group approached, two palanquins followed, and Dongfang Li, riding a horse, was also closely behind.
"Why has the Seventh Prince come too?"
Princess Consort Shun was dumbfounded.
"It’s just on the way, Qian Residence is behind that street."
Princess Mingyue casually commented.
Princess Mingxia looked bitterly at the two palanquins, longing for Dongfang Li.
Dugu Wu walked up to the mansion’s gate, about to set down Feng Bailing.
Princess Consort Shun’s eyes darted around, recalling the rumors she had also heard, and cleared her throat, about to speak.
From among the spectators, someone suddenly shouted loudly.
A man pushed through the crowd, his face full of grief, stumbling up to Dugu Wu and Feng Bailing, roaring.
"Princess Feng, how can you marry Prince Wu while carrying my child?"