He Yue was filled with embarrassment. This old lady's memory was really terrible. How old was she? She was already thinking so much.

Fortunately, the old lady smiled with satisfaction after hearing Tongjia's words: "Good, good, no rush, no rush." ​​Although she said this, her expression clearly showed otherwise.

"Does Xiaoqi know how to play Gomoku? Your aunt always lets me win and doesn't take it seriously at all. I remember you're very good at Go. Why don't you play with me?"

Heyue didn't really know how to play Go, but she knew a little about Gomoku, so she agreed.

The atmosphere in the room was very harmonious. Tongjia and Fucha Yuxiu sat on the embroidered stools next to each other, watching the two play chess.

The old lady was like a child, getting more childlike with age. Although she complained that Tongjia always let her win, whenever Heyue was about to win, the old lady would cheat by moving Heyue's pieces to another place, saying, "You made a mistake, you should have played it like this."

Heyue didn't correct her. As the old lady finished speaking, she slapped her forehead in annoyance: "Oh dear, look at my memory, I should have written it here."

The old lady chuckled, and the two continued playing. Many times, the same situation occurred. Heyue agreed with the old lady, but his opponent still refused to give in, allowing the old lady to use her ability to take back moves.

The old lady kept laughing happily, and the whole house was filled with joyful laughter.

After playing two or three rounds, the old lady was quite focused, but she couldn't resist her age and lack of energy, and soon she looked tired.

Seeing this, He Yue took the opportunity to say goodbye.

The old lady looked disappointed: "Then you should go back. Come and keep this old woman company again next time."

Heyue nodded in agreement, took her leave, and departed with Fucha Yuxiu, while Tongjia stayed behind to serve the old lady as she rested.

As she came out of the house, Fucha Yuxiu sighed, "Fortunately, Grandma still remembers you. It's rare to see Grandma so happy. She used to like you the most and even talked about making you her granddaughter-in-law in the future."

He Yue looked embarrassed again.

Fucha Yuxiu chuckled: "Because of this, my second brother blushes like a monkey's bottom every time he sees you, and he runs away as soon as he sees you."

Heyue tilted her head, recalling that shy boy, and found it funny; he really was a cute guy.

As if on cue, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old came running up, panting. Upon seeing Heyue, his eyes widened, and he stammered, "He... Heyue, my little sister, is here."

Looking at his flushed face and his hands flailing nervously, He Yue sighed inwardly. He was really shy. She wondered how he would face his bride in the future. Would he even have the courage to look at her? Wouldn't the bride be disgusted? It was funny to think about.

"Second Brother, is something urgent?" Fucha Yuxiu asked, secretly wondering why he was sweating so much.

"N-nothing, I...I came to see Grandma." Fu Qing waved his hands nervously, but secretly glanced at He Yue, then hurriedly looked away, his face turning even redder.

"Oh, you've come to see Grandma, is there any need to rush?" Fucha Yuxiu asked, puzzled.

"I, I..." Fu Qing stammered, his eyes darting around.

"Alright, I have something to tell you." He Yue tugged at Fucha Yuxiu's sleeve, then waved to Fu Qing with a smile, "Second Brother Fu, you go ahead, I want to talk to Sister Fucha." With that, she eagerly pulled Fucha Yuxiu away.

Fucha Yuxiu turned to look at her second brother, who was about to cry, and rubbed her forehead: "My second brother is really a blockhead. He clearly likes you but he never dares to look at you. And you are the same, just leaving like that."

"Huh? He likes me? He used to run away whenever he saw me, how could he like me? I thought he hated me." Heyue's eyes widened, full of innocence.

Fucha Yuxiu didn't quite understand either, but she could tell that her second brother cared a lot about Heyue. Not knowing what to say, she simply changed the subject: "I heard you've been learning to ride horses recently. How about we go for a horse race sometime?"

"Great, great!" Heyue clapped her hands, smiling broadly.

She could tell that Fu Qing's heart was completely with her, but unfortunately, she wasn't interested in such a shy and timid boy.

Moreover, she is no longer the same Zhao Jia and Yue she used to be.

Fortunately, they are both still young. It's too early to say they like each other. Maybe they won't like each other anymore when they grow up.

"What do you want with me?" Fucha Yuxiu asked her curiously as they returned to the room.

He Yue remembered her purpose, looked at her fingers, a little embarrassed, but still forced herself to say, "You know, I was seriously ill a few days ago, and I forgot some things after I woke up. Recently, my handwriting has become worse and worse, and I've forgotten how to do needlework. I thought, you've always been good at handwriting and needlework, so I came to ask you for help."

Fucha Yuxiu's eyes widened: "I admit that I am not as good as you in calligraphy, but I am slightly better than you in needlework. I just don't know how bad you have become these days?"

After saying this, she instructed the maid to prepare a brush and ink. Heyue picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words.

Fucha Yuxiu's eyes widened, and she was both amused and exasperated: "How did your handwriting become like this? No wonder you're in such a hurry. I've always wanted to surpass you, but I've never been able to. I never expected that this day would actually come."

He Yue blushed slightly. She had never had much patience for traditional Chinese characters, and even the characters in front of her were the result of her hard work over the past few days.

She didn't want to trouble Fucha Yuxiu, but she couldn't improve her skills by practicing alone at home. She thought that Fucha Yuxiu was skilled in calligraphy and painting, so it would be perfect to ask her for help. She could also take the opportunity to get out and relax.

More importantly, she was never a true lady of high society. With her impulsive and fiery nature, she could never learn to be a lady of high society, nor could she find any trace of the former Zhaojia and Yue. If she spent more time with Fucha Yuxiu, she might be able to learn some of the atmosphere of people from ancient times through observation and exposure.

She will eventually have to integrate into this era and become a true Zhaojia Heyue, at least on the surface, so that no one can find fault with her.

"I really have no other choice but to ask you for help, dear sister. Please don't laugh at me; I don't know why I can't seem to get it right." He Yue smiled sheepishly, utterly dejected.

Fucha Yuxiu didn't ask any more questions: "How about this, take out your old calligraphy practice books and practice for a while. When you come to me in a few days, I will teach you."

He nodded in agreement; that was the only way.

So Heyue and Fucha Yuxiu spent the afternoon writing.

As the sun set, He Yue bid farewell and left. Fucha Yuxiu saw her off at the Fucha residence. At the main gate, the two met Fu Qing again, but this time Fu Qing was respectfully welcoming them into the residence.

Two blue-roofed sedan chairs were parked in front of the gate, and two young men stood in front of them, one in a dark blue mandarin jacket and the other in a royal blue mandarin jacket, both tall and elegant.

He wore a dark blue mandarin jacket, had almond-shaped eyes, and a handsome appearance. A half-smile played on his lips as he tapped his left hand with a folding fan, gazing at the distant scenery. His whole demeanor exuded a feminine charm.

The young man in the navy blue mandarin jacket had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a loud voice. He was speaking to Fu Qing with a look of impatience.

"Second Brother," Fucha Yuxiu called softly.