What? Qin Xin’s piece is the genuine one? Written personally by Master Mu Yun? And the one in her hand is a fake?
Jun Ruyi couldn’t accept this appraisal: "Deputy Mu, have you lost your mind!"
Deputy Mu’s lips twitched a few tis, then respectfully answered, "Miss, I dare not speak carelessly. When my father practiced calligraphy, I often ground ink by his side. I vaguely rember that, in order to write these two titles for Mr. Xinghe, he practiced at least a hundred tis. Each ti he said the vertical hook wasn’t satisfying. This final piece, the angle of the vertical hook was finally to his liking, and only then did he hand it to Mr. Xinghe. So I would not mistake it."
Another vertical hook.
That damn vertical hook.
Just a stroke, is it really that important?
Jun Ruyi was faintly angry: "I can’t see how this vertical hook is any different!"
Though she couldn’t see it, sharp-eyed guests noticed:
"Ah, that’s why I felt sothing was odd earlier, strange but unspeakable. It turns out this one stroke determines the entire character’s montum."
"Exactly, it’s this vertical hook, the difference in skill is apparent. Master Mu Yun’s handwriting gives the vertical hook more presence."
"Miss Qin’s piece is undoubtedly the genuine article."
"And the appraisal was made by Master Mu Yun’s very own son, Deputy Mu from the President Mansion, which makes it even more convincing."
The guests’ discussions only fueled Jun Ruyi’s temper more. She gritted her teeth and threatened Deputy Mu: "If you’re making up stories and speaking for the Qins, I’ll have my father deal with you when we get back!"
Deputy Mu felt like crying without tears.
Life is so hard.
Amidst the stalemate, a crisp, cold male voice suddenly reached everyone’s ears.
Calm yet extrely powerful!
"Why should amateurs argue here? Why not invite Master Mu Yun himself to clear things up?"
Nalan Ye Jue’s words gave Jun Ruyi an illusion—the man seed to be supporting her.
Helping her out!
She nodded vigorously: "Alright, I agree."
Deputy Mu felt troubled: "My father hasn’t appeared in public for a long ti, he might not be willing to co."
Nalan Ye Jue slightly curled his lips: "He’s already here."
Others couldn’t invite him, but ntion the na Xinghe, and it’s too easy to invite him.
Sure enough.
At the entrance of the Nalan Family’s reception hall, a man in his sixties walked in with a cane, his voice booming: "Is young friend Xinghe here? I’ve longed to et him!"
Qin Xin covered her face.
Ah, the old master really did co.
Who invited him?
She suspiciously glanced at Nalan Ye Jue.
The man leisurely sat in his wheelchair, smiling without speaking, neither admitting nor denying.
The exchange of glances between the two made Qin Wenrou and Jun Ruyi filled with envy, jealousy, and resentnt!
After exchanging polite greetings with Mrs. Nalan, Master Mu Yun scanned the room but didn’t see "Mr. Xinghe," feeling displeased: "Wasn’t it said Xinghe would be here to celebrate? I’ve co eagerly just to discuss calligraphy with him; his writing is rumored to be excellent..."
What?
Master Mu Yun held such high regard for Xinghe’s own calligraphy?
Then why didn’t Xinghe inscribe the titles himself?
The crowd exchanged looks, as if hearing an incredible tale.
Mrs. Nalan responded with a smile: "If Xinghe is here, why am I hosting a birthday banquet? I’d have a private fan eting with him. Master, could you please help us determine which of these two calligraphy pieces is yours?"
Master Mu Yun strolled over, and upon seeing Deputy Mu nearby, frowned and said: "Brat, you can’t recognize your old man’s work?"
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