On the xuan paper, a large character "静" (Quiet) was outlined, the brushwork’s force making it distinctive, different from the wild elegance of cursive script and the upright precision of regular script, its charm natural and its spirit innate. Zhuang Xiyue was born into a Family of Scholars, exposed to poetry, painting, and calligraphy from a young age. She herself had a foundation in calligraphy and could see at once that the character Yun Ya wrote was excellent, skillful, and well-grounded. As the saying goes, seeing the writing is like seeing the person, and it’s not wrong at all. "Unlike other styles, your calligraphy has a distinct character," Zhuang Xiyue admired it, unable to put it down. "Could you gift it to me?" Yun Ya smiled and put down the brush: "I make Aunt Zhuang laugh, I was just casually writing, and it’s really not worthy of public appreciation. If Aunt Zhuang likes it, I can write a special piece for her?" "It’s precisely because it’s casual that it reveals the character, this piece is the best," Zhuang Xiyue said, picking up the xuan paper, "I’ll take it when it’s dry." "My grandfather was fond of calligraphy, he taught me how to hold and move the brush when I was very young, I suppose my writing follows his style. Over the years, I’ve hardly picked up a brush, becoming quite rusty." In fact, she hadn’t picked up a brush in ages, yet when she did, the feeling returned, and her strokes seemed guided by inspiration, reminding her of her grandfather. "It’s a pity Elder Ji was also a great calligrapher, but I didn’t have the chance to meet him; truly a regret," Zhuang Xiyue shook her head, sighing. "If you can still write when you’re rusty, it shows you’re talented, maybe you could develop in this area and perhaps become a great calligrapher yourself someday." Yun Ya smiled slightly, just a hobby, too many things she had to handle, where would she find time to practice calligraphy. Regardless of how it’s written, just this level of mindset is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Zhuang Xiyue looked at the young woman standing before her, repeatedly marveling at her own insight. This girl was a treasure; if her father saw her, he’d likely be very fond of her. Considering to bring her over to the Zhuang Family one day, her parents had yet to meet her. The room was soon tidied, Yun Ya’s clothes filled the wardrobe, all were seasonal high-end designer brands, which Zhuang Xiyue had prepared before she arrived. The bed and canopy had been changed, with an elegant quilt and light purple canopy, graceful and cozy. "Ah Yun," Zhuang Xiyue called out. In the next moment, Ah Yun walked in from outside, "Lady Yan, Miss." "You will stay here from now on to take care of Yun Ya, be smarter, and don’t let Yun Ya feel wronged." Yun Ya turned to Zhuang Xiyue: "Aunt Zhuang, I’ve prepared gifts for the elders of the family before I arrived, see...." "Very well, I’ll have Uncle Fu send them to each room later, ensuring the etiquette does not leave room for criticism." "You’ve had a long day, get some rest. I’ll leave now; call me if you need anything." After Zhuang Xiyue left, Yun Ya collapsed onto the soft bed; it was truly soft and comfortable. Yun Ya rolled over once, and Ah Yun came over to take off her shoes. Yun Ya winced slightly, sat up cross-legged, and noticed a red patch on her heel, almost rubbed raw. "Miss, your skin is almost broken. How did you manage to endure walking?" Yun Ya lay back down: "I didn’t feel it while walking. I rarely wear high heels, so it’s a bit uncomfortable." Ah Yun applied medicine for Yun Ya, and upon raising her eyes, saw Yun Ya burying her face in the pillow, already asleep. It seemed today was truly exhausting; she fell asleep so easily. Ah Yun carefully covered her with the quilt, checked the windows once more, and then left the room. Chapters first released on novel·fıre·net Yan Fu sent gifts to each room, nominally from Ji Yunya, catering to preferences, making people marvel at the girl’s generosity and understanding of etiquette. Lu Yuke’s gift was a pair of emerald jade earrings, of good quality, worth several thousand at the jade shop. Lu Yuke glanced at them and let Aunt Cui close the box. This girl is generous indeed; she is truly wealthy, giving away thousands of dollars’ worth of gifts casually. Lu Mingzhu happened to come in from outside, and seeing the box, walked over to open it. She looked at it and immediately liked it: "Wow, so beautiful! Aunt, where did you get this?" Seeing her greedy look, Lu Yuke felt irritated: "Since you like it, I’ll give it to you." Lu Mingzhu immediately giggled, leaning close: "Thank you, Aunt." Lu Yuke raised her eyebrows: "Do you know who gave this?" Lu Mingzhu held up the earrings to her earlobe, admiring herself in the mirror, and asked indifferently: "Who?" Lu Mingzhu’s hand shook, and the earrings almost fell to the ground. She pursed her lips and in a fit of anger threw the earrings onto the table: "Why is it her?"