Shen Yi Di Nu Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife (神医嫡女) [Book 2]

Identity Under Suspicion

A cold snort came from the air. The gale became weaker but did not stop, as a person arrived in front of the two.

Feng Yu Heng looked at that person and said: "In truth, if it was a battle of qinggong, you cannot beat my servant. If it was just a fight relying on brute strength, you are a little stronger. Your attacks are also a little more direct and brutal. I fear that my Huang Quan will suffer a loss." While saying this, she patted Huang Quan, "It's fine. General Bu just came to talk with this county princess about the past. Don't be so nervous." She then raised her head to look at Bu Cong then smiled and said: "You also should not be so nervous. Relax a little. This county princess doesn't eat people."

The person that had come was Bu Cong. He had returned to the capital during the new year celebration to report on his mission. Now that the first month had passed, it was time for him to prepare to return to the Eastern military camp. He came to the palace to receive one last briefing from the Emperor before leaving; however, he did not think that he would end up running into Feng Yu Heng.

On the day that he returned to the capital, the two met on the streets. He only felt that the girl in front of him was completely different from the girl that he had met three years prior. The Feng Yu Heng that he knew before only had a faint temper, but she did not have this ferocity. The meeting that day made him feel as though he was looking at a stranger.

Having spent the new year in the capital, he had asked around; however, the more he heard, the more surprised he became. Feng Yu Heng being famed for her medical ability was expected, after all, her maternal grandfather Yao Xian. But when had Feng Yu Heng learned to use a bow and arrow? When had she learned martial arts? When had she developed such a deep relationship with the usually terrifying Prince Yu?

In this world, aside from the seventh prince, there was basically nobody that could get close to the ninth prince, Xuan Tian Ming. In the capital, there were plenty of girls that admired him, including imperial daughter Qing Le. Liking him in secret was fine. If one expressed their feelings, as Qing Le had, then their manors would be set on fire, acting as a very frank refusal.

When he was young, he had his father request a marriage with the Feng manor. At that time, Feng Yu Heng was already engaged to the ninth prince. The Bu family gritted its teeth and brought up a marriage, fearing that it would be retaliated against by the ninth prince. But the ninth prince did not react to it in the slightest. In fact, it was the opposite. If the Feng family dared to enforce the marriage, he would set fire to the Feng family.

Everyone felt that this was a joke of an engagement; however, who knew that those two would truly end up together.

He previously believed that it was Xuan Tian Ming putting on an act. After investigating a few times, he finally found out that Feng Yu Heng treated Xuan Tian Ming even more seriously than her own life.

No matter what, Bu Cong was unable to understand. What exactly happened to actually cause the two people that previously had no interaction to suddenly become so intimate, leaving... him with absolutely no chance.

"A-Heng." Bu Cong looked at the girl in front of him. She had graceful eyebrows, profound eyes, light-pink skin that poked out from under her clothes and a pair of thin lips. Everyone said that people with such thin lips were, for the most part, emotionless; however, he felt that they had simply misplaced their affection. For example, between this girl and Xuan Tian Ming, there was quite a bit of affection.

"General Bu." Feng Yu Heng replied and looked around before her gaze landed on the sword at his hip, "To be able to bring a sword into the palace, it seems that General Bu is quite useful to father Emperor." She deliberately emphasized the two words father emperor. At the same time, she noticed a slight contraction of Bu Cong's pupils.