Dugu Wu pondered for a mont before finally speaking.
"Are you doubting Nalan Yan’er?"
The headmaster knew about Dugu Wu’s affair with Nalan Yan’er; originally, Dugu Wu had been depressed for quite so ti because of Nalan Yan’er, and it was the headmaster who had been consoling him so that he could recover so quickly.
"I used to really believe what she said, but later, as you know, I found Xiaojin. Xiaojin is my child, there’s no doubt about that. She’s the only woman I have. I had suspected Nalan Yan’er’s words at that ti, and Dongfang Jin also doesn’t seem like my child."
When the children were still young, Dugu Wu only had suspicions, but as Dongfang Jin and Dongfang Xiu grew older, he beca more and more certain of this.
When the child was first born, he had also conducted the blood test, but back then his blood could blend with Dongfang Jin’s.
But this ti, their blood couldn’t blend anymore.
Dugu Wu didn’t know if it was Feng Bailing who had tampered with it, or if it was originally Nalan Yan’er who had tampered.
Feng Bailing also said that even if people’s blood blended, it didn’t an there was a blood relation, as people with the sa blood type could blend, and the probability of that was as high as one in four.
His relationship with the pair of children he had with Nalan Yan, had beco even more uncertain.
Dugu Wu had long started to suspect, but there was also a strand of yang energy within Nalan Yan’er’s body, which made him hesitant.
"Having yang energy within a woman’s body is not unique. Bai Ling also has yang energy in her body, but yang energy cannot be traced back to any specific person."
The headmaster casually ntioned.
"You’re saying she also has yang energy inside her?"
Dugu Wu’s expression changed sharply, and he suddenly looked towards the direction of the Calligraphy and Painting Room.
His heart was filled with mixed feelings; could that strand of yang energy be Xiao Li’s real father?
When he had just agreed to marry Feng Bailing, Dugu Wu didn’t care about Feng Bailing’s past.
But he found that he didn’t want to think about that man, nor did he want to investigate who that man really was.
He was afraid that he couldn’t help himself and would end up killing that man.
Feng Bailing had already walked into the Calligraphy and Painting Room.
"Dugu, there are so words I should have said long ago, the past is already in the past. You and Nalan Yan’er both already have your own children and family. It’s ti to let go, Bai Ling, she’s a good woman. She loves Xiaojin too, as long as you don’t look into her past anymore, you and she are very suitable together."
The headmaster earnestly advised.
"Headmaster, I’ve already let go. But for Feng Bailing, you don’t understand, I... I have a feeling, they are similar. I don’t know when they will leave and Xiaojin."
Dugu Wu’s eyes showed a struggling expression.
Since marrying Feng Bailing, their relationship had grown closer, and he had gradually beco accustod to returning ho for als and even being able to fall asleep peacefully in the sa bed with Feng Bailing, which was almost impossible in the past, but the more it was like this, the more worried Dugu Wu beca.
Moreover, the restlessness within his body made him even more worried.
The more he cared, the more he feared losing.
He couldn’t bring himself to speak these words to Feng Bailing.
Dugu Wu was referring to Lady Dugu and Feng Bailing when he ntioned ’they’.
The headmaster had never t Lady Dugu, but had heard so stories about her; she was a very intelligent and brave woman but also a rebellious woman, her actions were not accepted by the conventional society.
She indeed resembled Bai Ling; they both possessed wisdom and courage not found in ordinary people, and they also harbored many secrets.
The headmaster sighed softly.
She knew that Dugu Wu’s dilemma was sothing that could never be resolved.
"Speaking of the Calligraphy and Painting Room, I also placed the painting you drew when you were a child in there."
The dean said with a smile.
Dugu Wu’s face suddenly turned sowhat ugly.
"It was when I was three years old..."
"It was from your childhood, the first ti you ford the Wenhua Seal while drawing. That painting has always been kept by Prince Shun, and he gave it to Yuxiu Academy before he passed away. I accidentally discovered that the Wen Energy in it had beco incredibly rich over ti, which might benefit the students, so I placed it inside."
Dugu Wu tried hard to rember what exactly he had painted back then, but his mind was blank.
All the paintings and calligraphies in the Calligraphy and Painting Room were signed. That woman, if she saw it, would surely mock him.
Dugu Wu found it hard to stand, leaning on his cane as he went down.
In the Calligraphy and Painting Room, Feng Bailing and Ouyang Chenchen entered one after another.
This Calligraphy and Painting Room, located beneath Wangyue Pavilion, was arranged very elegantly.
One by one, paintings and poems were orderly hung on the walls, the whole room having two floors, roughly about 1000 square ters in size.
The female students who ca here would choose works of styles they liked and stood in front of them to ponder.
One could only stay in the Calligraphy and Painting Room for a limited ti; once the ti was up, the Spiritual Crocodile would chase people out.
Qianqian was currently standing in front of a landscape and ink painting, which featured mountains and water and also included a poem, signed by a great scholar from hundreds of years ago.
Mo Qianqian was utterly captivated, moved to tears.
"Are we supposed to stay in this place for an hour?"
Ouyang Chenchen was sowhat speechless; he felt nothing when he looked at those paintings and poems.
"Since we are here, we might as well look around more," Feng Bailing said with a smile, approaching another painting.
She had been reading the "Records of the States" left by Grand Preceptor Wu and had gained so understanding of the various states.
The painting before her depicted a market scene from Nanshe, sowhat reminiscent of the Along the River During the Qingming Festival.
The artist’s technique and mory were well-developed.
Feng Bailing glanced at it a few tis and was about to walk away when she felt a slight stir in her seventh sense, like a string being plucked, and suddenly, the painting changed.
A plethora of information about Nanshe’s local customs and people surged into her mind.
Feng Bailing, whole body shuddering.
That was the Wen Energy.
The Wen Energy left by the painter on the artwork flooded into her mind.
Like reading a detailed book covering Nanshe’s history and national conditions, Feng Bailing was influenced by the Wen Energy in the artwork and it took her a long ti to co back to her senses.
"Bai Ling, I just looked at a piece of calligraphy, it contained a recipe, said to be written by a forr Imperial Chef and calligrapher of the Wu Dynasty. Guess what, I just saw a vision of delicious food, vibrant and fragrant, the aroma was so strong. But when I wanted to taste it, it disappeared!"
Ouyang Chenchen looked like he was about to spit blood.
"The paintings in this Calligraphy and Painting Room..."
Most of the female students who ca in were also gazing at different artworks, their faces filled with realizations.
The paintings and calligraphies left by those predecessors indeed had extraordinary effects.
"Let’s go, take a look at the others."
Feng Bailing, having tasted the goodness, couldn’t wait to see other works.
Seeing Feng Bailing’s reaction, Mo Qianqian showed a sowhat contemptuous expression.
"Reckless, daring to wander around casually the first ti you co in, be careful or you might end up in big trouble."
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