Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 53 - She Has Special Abilities

Dongfang Mosheng rubbed his brow, showing a hint of helplessness on his flawless face.

“Wait, you’re saying the one who saved Su Wang was Feng Bailing! That unvirtuous woman, dared to seduce Su Wang?”

Angered, Dongfang Li aggravated his wounds which had yet to fully heal, drawing in a sharp breath from the pain.

Not killing Su Wang was tolerable, but upon hearing that Feng Bailing was also present, he couldn’t hold back.

“Su Wang is exceptionally talented; he pledged his life to Feng Bailing to save his mother. Today’s assassination attempt will make him swear loyalty to her till death.”

Dongfang Mosheng shook his head.

“Feng Bailing is just a woman; if Su Wang chooses to follow her, what could they achieve.”

Mentioning Feng Bailing, Dongfang Li’s wounds hurt even more.

“There’s Dugu Wu behind her.”

Dongfang Mosheng fiddled with the Jade Flute in his hands. Against the jade green, his hands resembled a meticulously carved jade artifact.

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Dugu Wu had been interacting closely with the Princess’ Mansion recently.

He thought of Feng Sanwu, who at the Spring Banquet, with a single song, outshone all others and felt a trace of irritation.

“Dugu Wu would never fancy her; he likes Nalan Yan’er. Everyone in the Royal Family apart from father knows this. Marrying Feng Bailing was forced by father; what kind of person is father? He made Feng Bailing the Commandery Princess to keep an eye on her.”

Dongfang Li scornfully said, he had no regard for Feng Bailing, much less Dugu Wu.

“Dugu Wu’s men killed ours and cleaned up the scene. We didn’t find a single body.”

Dongfang Mosheng had to admire Dugu Wu’s methods; the enemy had anticipated that they were all willing to die and didn’t bother interrogating them, taking care of them directly.

“I’ll go to Feng Bailing, sweet-talk her, she will surely hand over Su Wang.”

Every time Dongfang Li thought of Dugu Wu, he felt overwhelmed. Although the other was only a few years older and even had a crippled leg, facing him, Dongfang Li still felt inadequate.

It was different with Feng Bailing. That day, she was still singing to express her feelings. Her cold attitude towards him recently must be playing hard-to-get!

Dongfang Li felt confident that he knew all the tricks women played.

Dongfang Mosheng paused with the item in his hand, sensing Dongfang Li’s confidence. He swallowed the words he was about to speak.

In his view, targeting Dugu Wu would be easier. That man was naturally suspicious and violent; once he knew he was being watched and betrayed…

After an indeterminable amount of time, Feng Bailing felt like there was noise by her ear.

Struggling to open her eyes, she was met with a glaring purple light. The impressive Purple Gold Dragon lay coiled beside her, the noise was its snoring.

There was no one else around her.

Feng Bailing was startled.

She didn’t know if this was a dream or reality.

Looking closely, the Purple Gold Dragon’s size was astounding with its purple body; each of its scales was as thick as Feng Bailing’s palm.

The scales seemed extremely hard, probably tougher than any blade or spear.

The seventh sense within her body had indeed recovered, Feng Bailing reached out to touch the Purple Gold Dragon.

The Emperor’s aura on Dugu Wu’s body was very similar to that of the Purple Gold Dragon; it was a rare opportunity to rub against it, and if she could pluck off a scale, that would be even better.

Slap—

The dragon’s tail rose high and unapologetically, swiping at the back of Feng Bailing’s hand, causing her to hastily retract it.

“Just like Dugu Wu, such a foul temper.”

Feng Bailing muttered.

The Purple Gold Dragon couldn’t even be bothered to open its eyes, yet its tail stood high. Whenever Feng Bailing tried to touch it, it would swipe at her, treating her as if she were an irritating fly.

Suddenly, Feng Bailing’s hand moved again.

This time, as the dragon’s tail came slapping over, both of Feng Bailing’s hands moved simultaneously.

Her hands, boneless as they seemed, grasped onto the dragon’s tail.

The dragon’s tail struggled fiercely, but Feng Bailing did not let go; wrapping, yanking, chopping—a whole set of Coiling Silk Grasping Hand techniques were performed by her with fiery passion.

After joining the army, she learned a complete set of military boxing; later, she met an old military officer from the Shaolin Temple, who taught her Grappling Hands, which when combined with military boxing, had an even better effect in close combat with enemies.

The Purple Gold Dragon had never faced such a shameless opponent; the chains on its body rattled loudly, yet, to its frustration, it could not shake off Feng Bailing, and yet it couldn’t just slap her dead with a single claw.

It was sentient and knew that Feng Bailing could save Dugu Wu.

Annoyed by the persistent entanglement, the Purple Gold Dragon snorted heavily from its nostrils, and its chains, caught off guard, whipped towards Feng Bailing.

The golden chain suddenly blazed with a brilliant golden light.

The Purple Gold Dragon was shocked, opening its eyes wide.

The golden light from the chains turned into scorching flames, spraying towards Feng Bailing.

Feng Bailing had no choice but to let go of the dragon’s tail and grabbed hold of the golden chain instead.

As the flames drew near, Feng Bailing startled, releasing all of her seventh sense, enveloping herself in a layer of firefly-like light, resisting the onslaught of flames.

The Purple Gold Dragon’s eyes, large as lanterns, stared and even blinked vigorously.

She wasn’t burnt to a crisp?

Feng Bailing’s hand was unharmed.

On the chain, the flames blazed fiercely, strong enough to melt refined iron, yet Feng Bailing’s hand, pale and delicate, held onto the chain.

On the chain, the golden light dimmed slightly and, for the first time in history, a crack as wide as Feng Bailing’s waist appeared on the golden chain.

Although it was a hairline crack, it still left both the Purple Gold Dragon and Feng Bailing stunned.

Before Feng Bailing could snap back to reality, she felt her body become hot, something was placed on her forehead, and a tiny voice kept echoing in her ear.

Her Majesty—

Xiao Li!

Consciousness peeled away rapidly, and the Purple Gold Dragon disappeared.

The awakened Feng Bailing saw the familiar carved bedposts.

A chubby little hand was placing a wrung-out handkerchief on Feng Bailing’s forehead.

Feng Xiaoli’s big eyes were red and swollen, very much like a little rabbit.

“Wake up.”

She leaned close to Feng Bailing’s ear, muttering softly; she had been muttering for an hour, not even her favorite osmanthus cake could interrupt her.

Her Majesty had told her not to speak recklessly in front of others.

So she spoke softly to herself, but why, after saying it so many times, for so long, Her Majesty still hadn’t woken up.

In the past, whatever she said was very effective, why was it that it didn’t work for Her Majesty alone.