Chapter 193 Teaching
Jiang Huan looked at Consort Li calmly, without the slightest panic.
Anyway, there are so many paintings and calligraphy in the Emperor's study, I can just pick a sloppy one to fool her.
Anyway, cursive script always turns out beautifully.
If she dares to question, she's admitting she lacks class.
The group exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with suspicion.
A great calligrapher of the previous dynasty? A seemingly clumsy but actually masterful artist? Is it true or false?
He Ling's handwriting was clearly just scribbles, a far cry from the seemingly clumsy yet skillful style.
But Jiang Huan spoke with such conviction, even bringing up the Emperor and the late Emperor; who would dare say there was no truth to it?
Consort Li's smile froze completely. Looking at Jiang Huan's composed demeanor, she felt a surge of anger rush to her head, yet she couldn't vent it.
What a glib-tongued scoundrel! What nonsense about great skill appearing clumsy? It's clearly just empty talk!
It's infuriating that she left him speechless.
Consort Li gripped the handkerchief tighter and tighter, her nails almost digging into her palm.
She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging anger.
"Is that so? I must be quite ignorant. My sister is very knowledgeable and admirable."
She practically gritted her teeth as she said those words.
Jiang Huan smiled and looked back at him: "Sister, you flatter me. I only know a little bit because I've been by the Emperor's side and have been exposed to it."
She casually attributed the credit to Huo Lin, leaving Consort Li speechless once again.
Consort Li turned her head away angrily, no longer looking at Jiang Huan, picked up her teacup and took a big gulp, as if she wanted to swallow her anger.
Jiang Huan knew when to stop, winked at He Ling, and told her to relax.
He Ling looked at Jiang Huan and was immediately moved to tears.
[Consort Zhuang is so cool!]
[Waaaaah, she actually stood up to Consort Li for my sake!]
She's the epitome of womanhood; I wish I had even half her charisma.
Jiang Huan raised an eyebrow as she listened to He Ling's excited and incoherent inner thoughts.
Hmm, that's a compliment.
If you hear celestial music, your ears will be instantly clear; please don't stop showering me with compliments!
The turmoil subsided temporarily, and the rustling sound of copying scriptures returned to the hall, but the atmosphere was more subtle than before.
Wen Yilin had witnessed everything that had just happened, and when she saw the way He Ling looked at Jiang Huan, a wicked smile crept across her face.
She deliberately moved closer to Liu Shuyao and whispered, "Look at her, the person you treated so sincerely back then has now climbed up the social ladder and doesn't even care about you anymore."
Upon hearing this, Liu Shuyao's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.
A drop of ink fell onto the rice paper and quickly spread into a small stain.
She raised her head, her pale, delicate face expressionless.
"We are all sisters, so there is no such thing as a high branch or a low branch."
Despite saying that, Wen Yilin's words were like a thorn, piercing Liu Shuyao's heart.
She couldn't help but look at Jiang Huan.
At this moment, Jiang Huan was focused on copying the scriptures, her face bright and vibrant, as if she were radiating light.
It easily attracted everyone's attention, including... the Emperor.
An indescribable bitterness spread through her, and Liu Shuyao felt a tightness in her chest, her fingers holding the pen were icy cold.
She quickly lowered her head, concealing the turbulent emotions in her eyes, and forced herself to focus her attention on the scriptures in front of her.
Liu Shuyao, stop thinking about it.
He is the emperor, and it is his freedom to choose whomever he likes.
Seeing Liu Shuyao remain silent, Wen Yilin assumed that she had been hit where it hurt, and felt even more smug.
"Oh dear, Consort Liu is so magnanimous. But then again, Consort Zhuang is currently enjoying the Emperor's favor, so we should all be more sensible."
Her words were ostensibly directed at Liu Shuyao, but in reality, they also implied that Consort Li was included, making them highly sarcastic.
Upon hearing this, Consort Li's expression darkened further. She glanced coldly at Wen Yilin but remained silent.
Jiang Huan naturally heard Wen Yilin's sarcastic remarks and secretly thought to herself.
Her attack was indiscriminate; she seemed to thrive on chaos.
Every day, I feel uncomfortable if I don't sow discord with a few words.
She might as well be packaged up and sold to a theatrical troupe to play the role of a troublemaking gossip. A natural performance would guarantee instant fame.
Jiang Huan was too lazy to pay attention to Wen Yilin; the more she talked, the more she would only add fuel to the fire.
He then turned his gaze to He Ling, who was still struggling with her calligraphy brush.
He Ling's pen-holding posture was still incredibly stiff, with her wrist dangling in the air and her fingers turning white from the force. She would grimace from exhaustion after writing just a few words.
Jiang Huan shook her head as she watched, then put down her pen and moved closer to He Ling.
"Your wrist is too stiff; you need to relax when you write."
As she spoke, she naturally reached out and gently placed her hand on the back of He Ling's hand, which was holding the pen.
He Ling: !!!
【Oh no! Consort Zhuang touched my hand!】
Her hands were so soft and smooth.
[Oh no, my heart is racing, I'm going to faint!]
He Ling froze like a wooden block, her cheeks flushed red, and she even forgot to breathe.
Jiang Huan's expression turned somewhat strange upon hearing her thoughts.
It's just touching hands, is it really that big of a deal?
If she were to hug him again, He Ling would be ecstatic.
Jiang Huan suppressed the twitching at the corner of her mouth, maintained her expression, and continued explaining.
"Look, your wrist should be parallel to the table, and your palm perpendicular to the paper. You should transmit power through your wrist..."
As she explained softly, she guided He Ling's wrist, slowly moving it across the rice paper to write a neat "Buddha" character.
"So, have you learned some skills? Isn't it much easier now?" Jiang Huan asked her, turning her head to the side.
He Ling felt that her nose was filled with the sweet fragrance of Jiang Huan, her mind went blank, and only the sharp alarm of the system was frantically refreshing the screen.
"Beep! Host's heart rate has exceeded the safe threshold, adrenaline surge."
"Warning! Warning! The host is too emotional! Please remain calm!"
【Ugh, System, shut up.】
You don't understand, this is a glorious moment for us fangirls.
Jiang Huan looked at He Ling's increasingly red face and was a little worried that she might actually faint.
He subconsciously raised his hand and gently touched her forehead with the back of his hand.
"Your face is so hot?"
Upon being touched, He Ling felt a surge of heat rush to her head, her vision went black, her body swayed, and she softly fell to the side.
"!" Jiang Huan was startled and almost shouted OMG.
She reacted quickly and caught He Ling, preventing her from falling to the ground.
No, she just touched her forehead.
Could the system have given He Ling some strange, sensitive constitution?
The commotion drew everyone's attention, and they all looked over.
Consort Chen chuckled, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Look, Consort Zhuang's 'hands-on' teaching has made our Consort Ling so excited that she fainted. Her Highness is truly skilled; she can charm both men and women."
"That's right, pulling and tugging in broad daylight, what kind of behavior is this!" Another concubine who was on good terms with Consort Chen also muttered quietly.
"A vixen is a vixen; seducing the emperor isn't enough, she even preys on the concubines..."
Some even covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and let out malicious chuckles.
Jiang Huan supported the dizzy He Ling, listening to these unbearable comments. She frowned and was about to speak when a cold and authoritative voice rang out before she could.
"presumptuous!"
Aunt Li stood beside Jiang Huan, her sharp eyes sweeping over Consort Chen and the gossiping concubines.
"How dare you utter such foul language and slander the concubines in this sacred place of the inner palace? Do you have no respect for palace rules?"
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