Godly Empress Doctor

Despite her unquestionable beauty, Feng Wu’s mother was… Well, let’s just say that she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box. She had lost most of her memory due to some unknown incident, and she only had the intelligence of a little girl.

Hence, compared with the 12-year-old Feng Xiaoqi, their beautiful mother felt more like the youngest person in the family.

As a result, Feng Wu had been the backbone of the family for the past few years, despite the fact that she wasn’t an adult yet.

Feng Wu’s heart went out to the two family members weeping on each of her shoulders. She rubbed Feng Xiaoqi’s head, then gently wiped away the tears from her beautiful mother’s cheeks.

How beautiful her mother was. Her eyes were clear and innocent and her wispy eyelashes were dark and glossy. Whenever her mother cried, Feng Wu felt like crying with her.

A few steps away, Caiyue’s grip on the whip tighten. She thought about rebuking them, but decided otherwise when she remembered Feng Wu’s famed toughness.

Just then, Feng Liu stormed in after Feng Wu. A crooked smile emerged on her face when she caught sight of the crying trio. “What do we have here? Why all the tears? Is someone getting thrown out now?”

Feng Xiaoqi felt sick to his stomach just looking at Feng Liu and blue veins popped on his fair, smooth forehead. “You! You’re an evil person! I hate you!”

Grabbing the black whip from Caiyue’s hand, Feng Liu smirked and pressed, “Tell me. What’s so evil about me?”

Feng Xiaoqi gritted his teeth. With his sister back, he felt much more self-assured now. He straightened his back and lambasted her. “You tortured me and forced me to move ten thousand bricks every day! I had to carry them from there to here yesterday and you ordered me to carry them back over there today! What kind of request is that if it isn’t torture?!”

Playing with the black whip, a half-smile on her face, Feng Liu threw a sidelong glance at Feng Xiaoqi. “My dear younger brother, you broke my glazed purple jade piece first. What’s wrong with punishing you with some manual work?”

“I didn’t do it! You dropped it yourself!” Feng Xiaoqi was so indignant at being wronged.

“Heh” was all the reply Feng Liu gave him. Flipping the whip in her hand, she smirked in an arrogant manner. “You haven’t finished your task today. Get on with it or I’ll double it tomorrow!”

“Sister…” Feng Xiaoqi was obviously intimidated by Feng Liu. He then turned to Feng Wu, looking as pitiful as a puppy.

Rubbing his head, Feng Wu shifted her gaze from Feng Liu to Feng Yiran.

Feng Liu was impossible to reason with. Would Feng Yiran be equally shameless?

Turning her limpid eyes on Feng Yiran, Feng Wu asked calmly, “Brother, what do you have to say about this?”

Feng Yiran’s face remained impassive and he looked as reserved and elegant as a son of a respectable family should. Keeping his left hand behind his back, he frowned and stared at Feng Wu reproachfully. “Wu, we’ve accepted the fact that you’re no longer fit for cultivation, but how could you let the same thing happen to Xiaoqi, our brother?”

On guard, Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.

Feng Yiran went on accusing Feng Wu in that self-righteous tone. “Xiaoqi wasn’t the most talented young man out there, but he wasn’t useless either. He already started on his cultivation in the imperial capital back then, but it’s been five years – why is he still only a Level 1 Spiritual Master? Wu, even if you’re jealous of Xiaoqi, how could you bring yourself to cripple him as well?!”

The lofty and fatherly-sounding accusation instantly trapped Feng Wu in an awkward position!

Feng Yiran, nice try!