Chapter 252: Chapter 254: Feng Xiaoli’s Retribution (Part 1)

Dugu Wu’s suspicion caused Feng Bailing much displeasure.

She quickened her pace.

“Feng Bailing, what’s wrong? Why bother with what Dugu Wu said?”

After walking a few steps, the night breeze blew, and Feng Bailing calmed down instead.

Had she actually started caring about what Dugu Wu said?

“Sister? Why are your eyes red?”

From the Princess’ Mansion, Feng Luochen came out.

There was a commotion in the Feng Residence, and Feng Luochen had also heard about it in the Princess’ Mansion.

There was a wine banquet in the Feng Residence tonight, and Feng Zhao’an had also invited Feng Luochen, but he had flatly declined.

“Feng Ruoyan better not get scared into having a miscarriage. She bought a barrel of wine back, and it exploded because it was frozen too long.”

Feng Bailing briefly explained the situation.

“No way? Did that little fat girl’s words actually come true?”

Feng Luochen was stunned.

“What little fat girl?”

Feng Bailing suddenly had a bad premonition.

“No, nothing, it’s my own fault. Sister, I’ve caused trouble. That wine was given to Feng Ruoyan by me; I swear, I had no idea the barrel would explode. Although I don’t like her, I would never harm her.”

Feng Luochen anxiously scratched his head, not mentioning Feng Xiaoli.

Feng Ruoyan had lost her child, and her husband’s family was the Seventh Prince—losing the Imperial Heir was a grave offense. If they traced this back to the child, there would be trouble.

“It’s an issue with the Drunken Immortal Inn, not related to you. The Drunken Immortal Inn was fated to face this disaster.”

Feng Bailing forced a smile.

Their trading company was about to open, but it seemed Drunken Immortal Inn would have to shut down for now.

“Luochen, be clear, what did you mean by ‘crows mouth’ earlier?”

Feng Bailing did not overlook the unusual expression in her brother’s eyes.

Feng Luochen felt his scalp tingle under Feng Bailing’s gaze, and he reluctantly stammered.

“Actually, today when I ran into Feng Ruoyan, I met a little girl. At that time, Feng Ruoyan said… Feng Zhanlian got sick and asked me to go back to check. My heart softened and I almost agreed. Just then, a little girl came out of Drunken Immortal Inn and bumped into me. She said Feng Ruoyan was going to experience great misfortune. Sister, please don’t pursue the little child’s responsibility—children say things without thinking. I think it was all just a coincidence.”

Feng Bailing felt chilling cold in her hands and feet.

Little girl, Drunken Immortal Inn, crows mouth.

It was Xiao Li.

Feng Bailing almost immediately thought of Feng Xiaoli.

She never liked the people of the Feng Residence… Feng Bailing dared not continue the thought.

“As for Drunken Immortal Inn, don’t get involved. Chenchen and I will solve it.”

She hurriedly said a few words, turned around, and saw a figure flashing by not far away.

She had no time to quarrel with Dugu Wu, hurrying back to Prince Shun’s Mansion.

Ever since Feng Bailing found out that Xiao Li’s words were very effective, but that they would consume Xiao Li’s fortune, she always warned Xiao Li not to speak recklessly before others.

Although the little one had been more restrained, in private, she still secretly spoke.

But as they were all small matters, except for the food poisoning incident, Xiao Li had been lively all along, so Feng Bailing didn’t pay much attention.

But this time, Feng Ruoyan’s miscarriage was a major incident.

“Alas, it’s all my fault. Why did I give that barrel of wine to Feng Ruoyan.”

Feng Luochen couldn’t help but slap himself. If something happened to that little girl, he would be inexcusable.

After hurrying back to the Prince Manor, Feng Bailing immediately went to see Xiao Li.

“Chun Liu?”

Feng Bailing returned to Wu Courtyard, looking for Chun Liu and Xiao Li.

Outside Xiao Li’s room, Feng Bailing’s steps halted.

Her seventh sense automatically reacted.

The air was mixed with a sinister coldness.

It was midsummer, yet the night breeze was bone-chillingly cold, as if it were the dead of winter.

It was not like this outside the Prince Manor.

Cold sweat rolled down Feng Bailing’s forehead.

Inside the room ahead, where a lamp was lit, the flame flickered.

Chun Liu did not respond.

Feng Bailing bit down hard on her teeth, hurrying forward and pushing open the door.

The wind blew, extinguishing the lamp.

Feng Bailing caught sight of Chun Liu, who had fainted beside the bed.

Her face was ashen, motionless, her body already stiff with cold.

On the bed lay Feng Xiaoli.

A mass of grey mist enveloped her small figure.

The mist seemed conscious; when Feng Bailing burst in, it ceased moving. Within the grey mist, a pair of empty red eyes stared at Feng Bailing.

Feng Bailing quickly propped Chun Liu up, dragging her out of the room before closing the door once more.

Those red eyes seemed surprised that Feng Bailing dared return.

Standing in the room, Feng Bailing felt as if she’d dropped into an ice cellar.

She looked anxiously at her daughter.

Feng Xiaoli seemed to still be in deep sleep, yet her usually rosy cheeks had lost their color, her lips also turned snow-white.

The moment that greyness caught sight of Feng Bailing trying to approach, it issued a series of howling sounds.

Feng Bailing was forced to step back several paces, completely unable to get closer.

“Don’t touch my daughter.”

Feng Bailing roared at the grey mist.

Her daughter, for whom she fought so hard to return, was to protect her beloved child and family.

This grey mist, of unknown origin, clearly harbored malice towards Xiaoli.

It wanted to devour Xiaoli.

The mist, utterly fearless of Feng Bailing’s threats, pressed closer towards Xiaoli.

“If you dare harm even a single hair on her head, I won’t let you off!”

Rage boiled in Feng Bailing’s eyes.

Trembling with fury, she felt a power stirring within her, spreading silently from her body.

The grey mist hesitated in its movement, as though it sensed new prey, the red in its eyes growing deeper.

With a howl, it lunged at Feng Bailing.

This woman bore a power far greater than that of the little girl.

“Feng Bailing!”

Dugu Wu burst through the door.

His arrival instantly diminished the strange coldness within the room.

Seeing Dugu Wu, the grey mist whistled, attempting to escape.

But the Emperor’s aura emanating from Dugu Wu was too powerful; the mist didn’t dare come close to him.

Feng Bailing saw him as a lifesaver.

“Dugu Wu.”

She clung to Dugu Wu.

The Emperor’s aura from Dugu Wu was the perfect nemesis to that grey mist.

“It’s over there; it wants to harm Xiaoli.”

Feng Bailing, forgetting her displeasure with Dugu Wu, used him as a human shield, pushing him forward.

“I can’t see anything.”

Dugu Wu scanned the room.

Other than some chilliness, only Feng Bailing and Xiaoli were present.

He had thought there was an assassin after seeing Chun Liu unconscious, which was why he had barged in.

Seeing Feng Bailing brought instant relief to his heart.

“It’s right there… okay, you can’t see it.”

Feng Bailing, observing Dugu Wu’s expression, realized that he indeed couldn’t see the grey mist, just as he couldn’t see the Dragon Queen either.

Dugu Wu glanced at Feng Bailing, his face visibly expressing disdain for the woman.

Ah, women.

Just a moment ago she was as happy to see him as if he were honey, and now she couldn’t wait to kick him away.

“Where’s the bowl that Shangyin gave you?”

Dugu Wu suppressed the discontent in his heart, and spoke in a muffled voice.