Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 501 - 502: Troubled Times

The horse carriage continued forward, with Feng Bailing resting on Dugu Wu’s thigh, deeply asleep, seemingly undisturbed by the bumps of the mountain road.

In her dreams, Feng Bailing felt that today’s pillow was just the right softness and warmth, truly befitting of Dugu Wu’s horse carriage.

Indeed, Dugu Wu’s horse carriage was both luxurious and spacious. Even if two people lay down, it wouldn’t feel crowded. Since the journey this time was somewhat long, there was no shortage of provisions on the carriage.

Before departure, the brothers Feng Zao and Feng Wan had prepared writing desks, books, soft cushions, and some fruit dishes and bedding at the station, leaving nothing behind.

Dugu Wu was not sleepy. Although he held a book in his hand, his mind was not on the reading; instead, he was occasionally distracted by the woman asleep in his peripheral vision.

Feng Bailing’s sleeping position was not good, and after having shared the bed with Dugu Wu for a few nights, he knew this too well. True to form, after only a short while, her head continuously nuzzled against him, and her hands restlessly entwined around Dugu Wu’s strong and muscular waist like vines.

Suspicious glistening liquid trickled down the corner of her mouth, with the woman’s fragrance growing closer.

Often dealing with medicinal herbs, Feng Bailing naturally carried a clean and crisp scent of vegetation, refreshing and delightful to the senses, drastically different from the perfumed aroma of other women.

Her fuzzy head rubbed between his legs. Feng Bailing had no idea that her subconscious action was causing so much trouble.

Dugu Wu’s breathing quickened. His legs clearly hadn’t recovered, but whether it was due to Feng Bailing’s treatment or not, he felt his "third leg" had become more active lately.

The woman muttered a few words in her sleep-talk, her forehead dotted with a layer of fine sweat. On the horse carriage, a furnace still burned, and pressing against Dugu Wu’s body, Feng Bailing was heated up like she was lying next to a large furnace, breaking out into a sweat.

She unconsciously undid her garment, stripping off her clothes and tossing them aside.

Dugu Wu’s lips twitched, a hint of tenderness melting into his heterochromic eyes, shining like the ripple of waves on a melting icy pond.

He gazed at the woman’s child-like sleeping face, feeling an unprecedented sense of tranquility in his heart. He had lived for twenty-seven years and had never been this close to anyone, nor had anyone been able to sleep so peacefully under his watch. Feng Bailing would be the first and likely the last.

At this moment, he felt as if all was right with the world.

He lifted his hand, his fingertips tracing Feng Bailing’s sweaty forehead, gently pushing her damp hair aside.

With a loud thud, the peacefully sleeping Feng Bailing’s head bumped into Dugu Wu’s hand.

She awoke abruptly, while Dugu Wu instantly tensed up, a surge of hidden tension filling the air.

This kind of tension was not uncommon on battlefields, an undercurrent of a murderous aura.

Even from a distance, that murderous aura was intensely sharp.

Feng Bailing rubbed her forehead, her sleepy eyes flickering open to see Dugu Wu’s tense and handsome face.

Feeling something was off with her body, she looked down and saw that she was only wearing her thin undergarments. She screamed, covering herself, her face flushing as she spoke.

"What are you planning to do to me again?"

Again?

Dugu Wu wanted to retort that it was always Feng Bailing doing something to him... He hadn’t yet opened his mouth when he heard the neighing of horses from outside.

The coachman hurriedly said.

"Prince, there’s an earthquake!"

Both Feng Bailing and Dugu Wu realized the situation was strange. Dugu Wu quickly lifted the carriage curtain, and the sky outside had turned completely dark.

Cries and screams came from the convoy ahead, the ground was shaking non-stop, and rocks were continually falling from the surrounding mountains.

An earthquake.

Feng Bolin and Dugu Wu were both startled; they had been traveling for a whole day, and by nightfall, the convoy had entered a range of steep mountains. Due to being in the wilderness, the horses and carriages did not stop and continued onward.

Ahead, flames filled the sky, the ground beneath the carriage restless as if an irate tyrant.

At this season, Great Chu had never experienced an earthquake before.

Dugu Wu’s brow instantly furrowed tight; he had a hunch about what was happening. He grabbed his cane and swiftly leapt off the horse carriage.

The cane landed firmly on the ground, and he, tall and regal, stood among the crowd.

He hesitated briefly before turning to look back at Feng Bailing.

Only to see her small head poking out from the horse carriage.

"Go ahead, I’ll be fine," Feng Bailing quickly said.

"I’ll go check up front, wait for me."

Dugu Wu felt from atop the horse carriage a powerful force erupting from below, this was no ordinary earthquake.

If no surprises were to occur, it would likely be the power of the Earth Holy Seal. But the Earth Holy Seal had been divided into three pieces; by all accounts, it should no longer be capable of such force.

Since an earthquake could still be triggered, there would only be one possibility: the convoy up ahead had run into trouble.

The carriages and horse teams of the other nine countries were all in front, and Dugu Wu’s own convoy had set out late and thus was at the very end. As for the other countries that possessed fragments of the Earth Holy Seal, they were now in the middle of the convoy.

Dugu Wu swept forward like a grand Roc, rushing towards the front.

Should the Earth Holy Seal indeed have met with mishap, it must be subdued as swiftly as possible to prevent continuous aftershocks. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The disturbance caused by the earthquake grew increasingly severe, and the convoys and horse teams from every country descended into chaos. Some fell from their horses during the quake, while others found their carriages rolling off cliff edges after capsizing.

Cries for help and wails of agony filled the air incessantly.

Yet Dugu Wu, as if blind to all, weaved through the crowds.

He soon reached the middle of the convoy, and another loud boom resounded under his feet as the earth cracked open, creating a fissure dozens of yards wide. Several people tumbled into it by accident.

Dugu Wu’s own body began to fall, but he summoned his breath, tapped his cane lightly against the broken cliff wall, and like an arrow shot tens of yards out, landing steadily on the other side of the crack.

Not just this one fissure, but more and more cracks kept appearing on the mountainside.

Dugu Wu glanced back, thought of Feng Bailing, and paused his steps.

"Don’t let the assassins get away."

Ahead was Xiao Junci’s voice.

A few figures were seen entangled in combat.

Dugu Wu swept his cold gaze across and spotted a Jade Box in one of their hands.

Assassins.

Without further hesitation, Dugu Wu joined the battle.

With Dugu Wu’s involvement, it only took half a moment for the several assassins to be defeated and forced to retreat, leaving the Jade Box behind.

The leaders from the other nine countries had now all gathered together at this point.

Within the crowd, Dugu Wu set eyes on Dongfang Yu who had also arrived.

"What happened?" Dugu Wu asked with a somber voice.

Standing beside Xiao Junci was Princess Changle, while Lady Nan Feng was nowhere to be found.

Just a quarter of an hour before, as the ten-country convoy hurried through the mountain forests, a group of assassins suddenly emerged, who seemed to have known in advance the convoy’s route and lay in ambush here.

They numbered around several dozens, among whom a dozen or so were exceptionally skilled, dividing into three groups and targeting the leaders of the three countries holding pieces of the Earth Holy Seal.