Early in the morning, in the courtyard of the east wing, plum blossoms had already fallen completely, and the peach trees had bloomed pink and white buds overnight.
Under the shade of the trees, one could see an agile figure.
Feng Bailing circulated her energy, practicing her Coiling Silk Grasping Hand until she felt a warm current converging at her Dantian before she stopped.
At breakfast, the table was set with several delectable seasonal dishes.
There were soft and palatable red bean paste buns, juicy meat buns, golden and crispy fried dough sticks, steaming fresh soy milk, and sweet, sticky rice porridge—all meticulously prepared for Feng Bailing.
Both she and Feng Xiaoli had always had good appetites, and now that Dongfang Lianhua's blood pressure had stabilized, she could also eat a bit.
During the meal, Mrs. Su was invited to join them.
She had come the day before, taken the medicine given by Feng Bailing, and with her fever abating, was now able to get out of bed.
