Everyone here has served her for so many years, who doesn't know their master's temperament? When has he ever liked poetry?

However, no one dared to expose the bad luck at this time, and they all secretly suppressed their laughter.

Chu Youzhao unfolded the crumpled paper and saw that the words on it were all crumpled up. She was startled and felt sorry for the girl. She was so angry that she scolded the maid again: "You brat, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I already told you," the maid said, feeling wronged. "Didn't I say from the beginning that it was sent by the eldest young master?"

Chu Youzhao couldn't explain the reason either, and felt a little stifled. She could only hum and say, "Quickly bring the paperweight."

Soon, a maidservant handed it over, and she hurriedly used the paperweight to smooth out the crumpled paper again and again.

Midway through, she carefully read the poem, nodding as she read: "Excellent, it's so well written!"

The maids around her were waiting for her to praise them a few times, and then they would flatter her to please her. This way, if their mistress was happy, their lives as maids would be easier.

After waiting for half a day, the other party just kept praising it, but couldn't explain exactly how it was good.

The maid beside her was also feeling stifled, wanting to flatter him but not knowing where to begin.

Chu Youzhao spent half a day trying to restore the creased paper to its original state, but she was still unable to do so. She was so angry that she stood up and was about to hit the maid: "It's all your fault! You ruined my brother-in-law's original calligraphy!"

The maid dodged and cried out, "This isn't Lord Zu's original work. The original is with the eldest young master. This is a copy that the eldest young master had someone make."

Chu Youzhao's eyes lit up: "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

After saying that, he pushed her away and hurriedly ran to the lobby to find Qin Guangyuan.

When she arrived, Qin Guangyuan was sharing the merits of the poem with other members of the clan.

Chu Youzhao's eyes lit up as she listened, thinking to herself, "My brother is really amazing. I can't even come up with so many adjectives."

But the most amazing one is still my brother-in-law!

Nobody expected that he could write lyrics.

She didn't disturb Qin Guangyuan. She sat down quietly to the side, leaning on the table with bright eyes as she listened to him tell stories. It was as if his praise of Zu'an touched her heart.

"With Zu An's poem as a help, Grandpa's Northern Expedition will surely be even more powerful!" Qin Guangyuan became more and more excited as he spoke. Zu An was amazing, and he was also a talent scout. He realized how much this poem could help the morale of the army when used as a war song, so praising Zu An was indirectly praising himself.

Sure enough, many people thought of this as well, and praised him for his keen eye for talent.

When Chu Youzhao first heard that Zu An had stayed overnight at the courtesan's place, he felt a sense of being deceived and angry. However, now that he heard that Zu An had specially written a poem for his grandfather to help him with the Northern Expedition, all his resentment had long since vanished.

I thought to myself that my brother-in-law's visit to the brothel was definitely not for women. I knew it! How could someone like my brother-in-law have such low tastes?

She suddenly realized that her brother-in-law was clearly disliked by the Qin family, yet he still did this. Could it be for my... sister?

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

As Qin Guangyuan was getting tired and drinking some tea to soothe his throat, Chu Youzhao hurriedly leaned over and put the calligraphy away, saying, "Brother, this calligraphy is mine now."

"Pfft!" Qin Guangyuan spat out a mouthful of tea, not caring about drinking it anymore, and hurriedly snatched it back. "Stop fooling around, give it back quickly, this is to be sent to Grandpa."

Chu Youzhao pouted: "This is my brother-in-law's, isn't it normal for him to give it to me? Why don't you just find someone to make a copy?"

"Nonsense, of course we should give Grandpa firsthand information," Qin Guangyuan said hastily after trying to grab it several times without success, mainly because he was afraid of accidentally tearing it. "Besides, it's not like Zu An wrote it himself."

"Nonsense, those are his words, I've heard them all." Chu Youzhao wasn't fooled, thinking that someone as clever as her couldn't possibly be deceived by such a petty trick.

"It really wasn't him who wrote it. If you don't believe me, look at the signature at the end," Qin Guangyuan reminded him.

Chu Youzhao was stunned. She subconsciously opened the book and saw "Letter from You Gaoying on behalf of Zu'an". She was furious: "That bastard Gaoying, why did he leave his name on my brother-in-law's poem? Doesn't he have any shame!"

Qin Guangyuan seized the opportunity to snatch the lyrics back from her hand, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were intact: "That guy surnamed Gao is really shameless..."

After the brother and sister denounced it together for a while, Chu Youzhao asked him for it again. Qin Guangyuan asked in surprise, "Huh? Didn't I just have someone copy one for you?"

Chu Youzhao's face flushed: "It was accidentally broken by a careless maid just now."

Qin Guangyuan then said, "Alright, I'll have someone copy another one for you. Just be careful not to break it again this time; everyone at home is waiting in line."

"I know, I know." Chu Youzhao watched excitedly as his subordinates neatly copied the poem again. He took it back with great affection and then had the maids frame it and place it in his bedroom, claiming that he would look at it every day to keep himself motivated.

Anyway, she is now seen as a man by everyone, and given the Qin family's tradition of valuing martial arts, no one thinks it's inappropriate.

As Chu Youzhao looked at the magnificent words on the wall, she thought about finding an opportunity to have her brother-in-law write one for her personally, so that those guys would be envious.

...

"Achoo!" In the Eastern Palace, Zu An rubbed his nose.

Bi Linglong asked in confusion, "What's wrong with Lord Zu? Is he feeling unwell?"

"Perhaps he's been practicing calligraphy for too long," Zu An said, taking the opportunity to remark. Being kept in the East Palace by Bi Linglong to practice calligraphy was truly an eternity.

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