Deputy Mu smiled wryly, "I..."
I can see it, but everyone else doesn’t believe it.
Jun Ruyi stepped forward nervously and interjected, "Master Mu Yun, please tell us the truth quickly, which piece is real?"
Master Mu Yun, unlike others who fawn over the President Mansion’s daughter, pointed at Qin Xin’s piece and bluntly said, "Nonsense, of course it’s this one."
Jun Ruyi’s heart skipped a beat, unwilling to give up as she asked, "Are you saying this one is fake?"
The master rolled his eyes, "It’s real!"
Jun Ruyi couldn’t breathe.
The artwork she spent 5 million on was now being certified by the original author as fake???
And the ragged piece that Qin Xin sohow got hold of was real?
She felt indignant, "Master, look at that piece, it’s so worn, even the edge of the scroll is almost torn..."
Qin Xin was speechless, "..."
Of course it’s worn; this original piece was taken from the picture fra where it hung by the publisher’s president. Naturally, it showed wear.
The fake might look flashy, but no matter how flashy, it’s still fake.
Before Qin Xin could say anything, Master Mu Yun snorted first, "Yes, a broken bowl from our ancestors is an antique, but a new porcelain bowl at your house, no matter how intact, is worthless. Don’t you get this logic?"
Jun Ruyi was stunned.
Wasn’t this indirectly saying she was the "broken piece" and Qin Xin was the "ancestor"?
Too much.
This Master Mu Yun is truly an unreasonable, stubborn old man.
Although Jun Ruyi was half-dead with anger from Master Mu Yun, Mrs. Nalan, on the contrary, was overjoyed.
She held Qin Xin’s hand, "Xinxin, how are you so considerate, so wonderful, so generous? The gift you gave is simply the best in the world!"
The happiness was almost radiating through her luminous skin.
Qin Xin was pretty happy too, not expecting Mrs. Nalan to be such a die-hard fan of Xinghe. Well, should she send her a few more autographed books to express her gratitude?
anwhile, Jun Ruyi watched as the situation drastically shifted, with Qin Xin’s gift becoming the hotly desired genuine masterwork, while hers was the counterfeit.
She already felt the mocking and sniggering gazes from the surrounding guests.
She couldn’t lose...
Absolutely couldn’t lose...
With a dark face and turning her mind around, Jun Ruyi rallied, "Mrs. Nalan, apologies, I might have been deceived by people at the auction. However, gifting you the Xinghe book cover was my original idea and my heartfelt intention; Miss Qin was just following the trend. Can the Qin Family appreciate such noble calligraphy? Does she even know what ancient clerical script is?"
She rembered Nalan Ye Jue had comnted on Xinghe’s writing, using the term "ancient clerical script," just parroting what she’d heard.
But she was sure Qin Xin didn’t understand.
The Qin Family, such a humble house, at most teaches kids to make money in business, or raises soone as worthless as Qin Wenrou. What kind of calligraphy appreciation can they have?
Today, she absolutely had to expose Qin Xin’s pretentious mask of feigned elegance.
Mrs. Nalan wasn’t stupid and imdiately detected the underlying aning, "Are you mocking our Xinxin for pretending to be elegant?"
Jun Ruyi: "Madam, I’m just telling the truth."
Mrs. Nalan pouted, making it clear she was standing up for Qin Xin, "I just need Xinxin’s filial piety; I don’t need her to be perfect and know everything."
Everyone: "..."
Such partiality!
Seeing Jun Ruyi’s little sche about to fall flat.
Nalan Ye Jue spoke again in a calm tone, "Whether soone has the ability to appraise or understand ancient clerical script, just write a few words on the spot, and it’ll be clear. Butler, bring pen, ink, paper, and an inkstone from my study."
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