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Chapter 37: Chapter 37 She is a Martial Arts Prodigy Chapter 37: Chapter 37 She is a Martial Arts Prodigy Feng Bailing could pass the exam, so could Feng Xiangxue.

After the meal, Feng Bailing insisted on measuring Dongfang Lianhua’s blood pressure.

It was after returning to the past that Feng Bailing diagnosed Dongfang Lianhua with congenital pulmonary arterial hypertension.

There was no history of high blood pressure illness in the Da Chu Royal Family. Feng Bailing remembered her late grandmother, the diplomatic Princess of Beiqi, and determined that the congenital disease must have been inherited from her side.

For this disease, giving birth to children is a major taboo.

Blood pressure medication from the 22nd century could control the blood pressure effectively, but to cure the root cause, strengthening one’s physique was necessary.

Feng Bailing chose a set of Wuqinxi for Dongfang Lianhua’s daily exercise, which is a well-known health-preserving martial art in traditional Chinese medicine. Feng Bailing often taught it to rehabilitating patients during her time in the battlefield.

In the small courtyard of the west wing, Feng Bailing performed a set of Wuqinxi for Dongfang Lianhua to learn.

After completing the exercise, Dongfang Lianhua sweated, and her pale face also glowed with a hint of redness.

Feng Bailing couldn’t help but marvel.

She had only demonstrated it once, and Dongfang Lianhua had memorized it, and without a single mistake. Could her mother have some hidden martial arts talent?

“Nanny Gui, did my mother ever learn martial arts before?”

In Feng Bailing’s memory, Dongfang Lianhua was stiff in her ways and quite dull, not skilled in either literature or martial arts. In contrast, Aunt Xue, being the daughter of a scholar, knew some poetry and painting, which was why Feng Zhanlian regarded her as a confidant.

“When the Princess was three or four years old, she secretly learned a bit from Prince Shun, who was a Prince at that time, and he even praised her. But when her Queen Mother found out, she was severely beaten, and since then, the Princess never dared to touch martial arts again.”

Nanny Gui reminisced.

Dongfang Lianhua approached, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with life, like a vibrant young girl.

“Mother, I know you’ve always felt guilty about Feng Zhanlian’s destroyed Wenhua Seal, but this time when I entered the palace, I learned something from the Empress Dowager. The late Emperor destroyed Feng Zhanlian’s Wenhua Seal upon discovering that although he wished to marry you, the unformed Wenhua Seal on his forehead was not right.”

Feng Bailing spoke attentively, taking note of Dongfang Lianhua’s expression.

With a kind heart, Dongfang Lianhua had been tormented by guilt for the destruction of Feng Zhanlian’s Wenhua Seal.

She was taken aback.

“After a man reaches adulthood, to form the Seal, his internal yang energy must be abundant. Although Feng Zhanlian has a poetic and refined demeanor, the Wenhua Seal had shades of darkness, indicating that he was deficient in yang energy, because he had exhausted his vital essence. He had been involved with Aunt Xue long before he had become the top scorer in the imperial examinations.”

Feng Bailing divulged astonishingly.

The late Emperor saw Feng Zhanlian for what he was, a man not contented with domestic life. Yet his daughter, earnest and prudent, had rare affection for a man.

As a father, to ensure Dongfang Lianhua’s future happiness and to punish Feng Zhanlian’s deceitful actions, he destroyed the Wenhua Seal that would never fully take form in anger.

This truth, the late Emperor never shared with Dongfang Lianhua.

Dongfang Lianhua was as if struck by lightning, her face’s color drained bit by bit.

“Mother, you have not wronged him. Both Sister Xiangxue and her brother are Feng Zhanlian’s biological children. The arrangement of Aunt Xue being brought in as my nanny was all deliberate.”

Feng Bailing, worrying about Dongfang Lianhua becoming emotionally agitated, went to fetch medicine.

“Ah Ling, let me be alone for a moment.”

Dongfang Lianhua gestured with a hand and walked into the west wing, her figure desolate.

Inside the chamber, Dongfang Lianhua, shaking, picked up a teacup, and drank the cold tea in one gulp.

When she looked up again, her eyes were tearless, and on her elegant, egg-shaped face, a touch of fierceness had appeared.

With a loud bang, the teacup shattered in her hand, blood dripping down, yet she felt no pain.

She sat there desiccated, allowing the blood on her hands to dry completely.

In the ear room beside the west wing, Feng Bailing entered.

With Dugu Wu taking Xiao Li out to play, the room was deserted.

As soon as Feng Bailing entered the room, her demeanor changed.

Her eyes flickered, her Seventh Sense as sharp as hers, she had already detected an additional breath in the room.

Suddenly, a figure leaped down from the beam, aiming a hand strike at the back of Feng Bailing’s neck.

But Feng Bailing, with quick eyes and hands, pulled out a bottle from the first aid kit and sprayed wildly at that person’s eyes.

The mist hit his eyes squarely, and he screamed in agony.

“Dr. Lu, how does it feel to be ambushed?”

The man grabbed his streaming tears and snot, his eyes swollen, struggling to open them, and through blurred vision, he barely saw someone standing before him.

“How could this be, you didn’t succumb to my seductive fragrance?”

Lu Yin wiped his eyes, he had clearly placed the poison in the room’s incense burner. Within just three breaths, Feng Sanwu should have collapsed unconscious!