Dongfang Mosheng’s gentle voice brought Feng Bailing back to her senses.
She had been preoccupied with whether her poisoning had been discovered and hadn’t noticed that Dongfang Mosheng’s address to her was overly intimate.
"The Imperial Physician has arrived; if there truly was poisoning, there would surely be an explanation. But the current outcome might not be a bad thing for Mo Qianqian, although it spells bad luck for the Eldest Prince."
Feng Bailing commented casually.
"I actually think it’s a good thing that big brother doesn’t become the Crown Prince."
From the tone of Dongfang Mosheng’s voice, it was clear he already knew about Dongfang Cheng being established as the new Crown Prince.
"Does the Ninth Prince think that the Eldest Prince is not suitable to be the Crown Prince? Then who, among the Princes, does the Ninth Prince think is the suitable candidate?"
Feng Bailing assumed Dongfang Mosheng, given his close relationship with Dongfang Li, would naturally say Dongfang Li.
However, after a brief consideration, Dongfang Mosheng uttered two words.
Feng Bailing was shocked and burst out laughing.
"Ninth Prince, you can’t talk nonsense like that; you’re going to get Dugu Wu killed, he’s not of the Royal Bloodline."
Feng Bailing’s heart pounded twice.
She looked steadily at Dongfang Mosheng; his features were a mix between a teenager and a man, every bit of his face delicate to look at, even those blind eyes appeared misty and unclear, like water surfaces on a winter day, with a hazy kind of beauty.
Hearing Feng Bailing’s words protecting Dugu Wu, Dongfang Mosheng’s lips slightly pursed, and those grey, muddled eyes darkened.
"Bailing, haven’t you heard a certain rumor..."
Dongfang Mosheng’s words trailed off as Ouyang Chenchen approached.
Dongfang Mosheng didn’t continue speaking.
Outside Yuxiu Academy, Feng Zao had to hasten his steps just to catch up with his Lord.
The Prince was in a good mood when he came to Yuxiu Academy, but right now, he was engulfed in a low pressure, clearly angry.
"Lord, are you really not going to notify the Princess Consort? I’m afraid Miss Hong Xuan might stir up trouble."
Among the Prince’s several Princess Consorts, the second one had died because she offended Miss Hong Xuan. Some say it was poison from Hong Xuan, which Feng Zao didn’t completely believe, but he was concerned. With Hong Xuan up against Feng Bailing, the Prince would be in a difficult position.
"Since when have you become Feng Bailing’s subordinate?"
Dugu Wu asked, his tone tinged with jealousy, as he glanced coolly at Feng Zao.
Feng Zao and his brother Feng Wan were both personally trained by him, never serving two masters in their eyes.
Hmph, it had only been a few days, and one by one, they were all calling her "Princess Consort."
That woman sure knew how to win people over.
Dugu Wu was feeling rather gloomy.
A young man quickly came out of Yuxiu Academy, and upon seeing Dugu Wu, he hurriedly called out to him.
The young man was in his mid-twenties; despite being dressed like a military general, his tender and fair complexion bore a hint of a pampered look.
"Big brother, I knew it was you."
Upon seeing the person before him, Dugu Wu’s irritation deepened.
Feng Zao gave his respects.
"Anyang said you were teaching at Yuxiu Academy; I thought she was joking, but it turns out it is indeed you, big brother. After you hung up your armor, you have become a teacher; I am truly envious. Yuxiu Academy is beautiful, and the female students are all charming and attractive, far better than the military camp. There, you can barely get enough to eat or sleep well, pigs look like fairies by comparison."
The young man spoke with feigned emotion.
"If Mr. Mu doesn’t want to fight, you can just stay in Chu City; after all, the battlefield won’t miss one extra person or notice one less."
Dugu Wu was already not in the best of moods, and seeing this Princely Heir from Prince Mu’s Mansion made it worse.
Mu Nianzhi was the eldest son of Prince Mu and the husband of Princess Mingyue. After his first heir’s wife passed away, he married Princess Mingyue, and they were in-laws.
"Big brother is still the same, loves to joke."
Mu Nianzhi chuckled awkwardly; he was here today to request leave for his younger sister, Princess Anyang.
Princess Anyang fell ill out of nowhere at Yuxiu Academy, and though she was no longer in critical condition, she still needed to rest.
"Who has time to joke with you?"
Dugu Wu turned and left.
"Big brother, father asked me to remind you that the day for the military grain delivery is approaching soon. Don’t forget because of your noble status."
Mr. Mu said with a smile.
Dugu Wu had not forgotten, of course.
Tomorrow was the last deadline given by Emperor Yongye.
"The Prince certainly has not forgotten; the military grain is already on its way. He plans to give the Emperor a surprise..."
Then a crisp voice was heard coming from inside Yuxiu Academy.