The story of the affair between Qin Fengyun, the eldest son of the Qin family, and his maid Cuiying was widely known, and everyone, young and old, knew about it.

Sheng Yunrong sat on an exquisite rosewood chair, looking coldly at the maid Xiang Zhu, with an imperceptible coldness in her eyes.

Xiang Zhu stood cautiously in front of Sheng Yunrong and reported in a low voice: "Madam, the eldest young master...he is very out of control now. He smashes things in the room all day to vent his anger. I heard that he even beat up the maid in the room last night."

Sheng Yunrong raised the corner of her mouth slightly, a trace of revengeful pleasure flashed in her eyes, and she sneered: "Throwing things? Humph, he has it all to blame. Xiang Zhu, do you think this will affect Ling Meng and Qin Wenyuan's marriage?"

Xiang Zhu was stunned when she heard this, lowered her head, and answered tremblingly: "Madam, in my opinion, the marriage between Miss Lingmeng and Master will definitely be postponed. After all, the matter of the eldest master has caused such a big stir, and the reputation of our Qin family has been damaged. Miss Lingmeng's family background is also prominent, and her family may not be willing to marry into the Qin family again."

Sheng Yunrong was silent for a moment, thinking secretly in her heart. She looked at Xiang Zhu, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes: "Then what do you think Ling Meng would think?"

Xiang Zhu pondered and said, "Miss Lingmeng is smart. If she knew about this, she would definitely be worried. After all, she was already hesitant about this marriage, and now with this incident, I'm afraid she will be even more hesitant."

Sheng Yunrong nodded, already having an idea in mind. She looked out the window, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes: "Xiang Zhu, try to find out what Ling Meng has to say and see what her attitude is. Also, tell the servants to keep the secret of the mansion strictly, and don't let this matter get any bigger."

Xiang Zhu obeyed and left the room. Sheng Yunrong sat alone in the room, thinking secretly in her heart.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Sheng Yunrong had a good sleep and was in a good mood. She raised the corners of her mouth and told Xiang Zhu beside her, "I wonder how Mo Yuan's calligraphy is going. Come with me to take a look."

Xiang Zhu nodded and helped Sheng Yunrong to the South Study.

The sunlight shines through the patio, casting mottled shadows on the faces of the two people, making them look particularly warm.

"What's wrong, Xiang Zhu?" Sheng Yunrong glanced at Xiang Zhu, who lowered his eyes and remained silent, and asked softly, with a barely perceptible concern in her tone.

Xiang Zhu pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "Madam, do you really think that Mr. Mo Yuan's calligraphy has improved?"

Sheng Yunrong smiled slightly, stopped, turned around and faced Xiang Zhu: "What do you think?"

Xiang Zhu lowered her eyes and bit her lip lightly: "I feel that although the young master is attentive, his progress does not seem to be obvious."

Sheng Yunrong patted Xiang Zhu's hand gently, with a glimmer of praise in her eyes: "You are a careful person, Xiang Zhu. But you have to understand that calligraphy practice is not a one-day job, but requires perseverance. Although Mo Yuan's progress is slow, his dedication and perseverance are worthy of recognition."

Xiang Zhu listened to Madam's gentle words, and her heart was slightly warmed, but she was still a little worried: "Madam, I am just afraid that you will work too hard and neglect other things."

Sheng Yunrong smiled gently, with deep trust in her eyes: "Don't worry, Xiang Zhu. Mo Yuan is a smart child, he knows the limits. And, with you by his side, I feel more at ease."

As they talked, they soon arrived at the study.

Qin Moyuan was writing seriously with his head down. When he heard footsteps, he looked up with a glimmer of joy in his eyes: "Mother, Xiang Zhu."

Sheng Yunrong walked to the table, picked up the words Qin Moyuan had just written, looked at them for a moment, then put them down and said with a smile: "Not bad, Moyuan, your handwriting has indeed improved. But don't be proud, keep working hard."

Qin Moyuan straightened his back, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "Don't worry, mother, I will definitely not let you down."

Xiang Zhu stood aside, looking at Qin Moyuan's serious profile, and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.

Although this adopted son had a rough life, his tenacity and perseverance are worthy of admiration.

"Xiang Zhu, come and take a look too." Sheng Yunrong said to Xiang Zhu.

Xiang Zhu walked gently to the table and looked at Qin Moyuan's handwriting carefully. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she said slowly: "Young Master's handwriting is indeed more powerful and fluent than before."

Qin Moyuan heard Xiang Zhu's words, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "Xiang Zhu, you are also a role model for me. I have benefited a lot from your intelligence and carefulness."

Xiang Zhu smiled slightly, with a hint of shyness in her eyes: "My lord, you are too kind. I am just doing my duty."

"Madam, although the young master has practiced calligraphy diligently, his future is definitely not just about calligraphy. He should get in touch with the outside world more, learn more knowledge and skills, and expand his horizons."

Madam Sheng Yunrong listened to Xiang Zhu's words, and a trace of appreciation flashed in her eyes. She patted Xiang Zhu's hand and smiled, "You are right, Xiang Zhu. I will have a good talk with Mo Yuan and let him know that his future is not only in calligraphy."

Xiang Zhu felt a little warm in her heart after hearing Madam's words, and her eyes were full of gratitude. Madam's care for the young master made her feel that the Qin Mansion was not a cold place, but full of warmth.

"Madam, I am very envious of your love and care for the young master." Xiang Zhu said softly, her eyes full of sincerity.

Sheng Yunrong smiled and shook her head, "Xiang Zhu, this is what I should do. Mo Yuan is my son, so I naturally have to be responsible for him."

After hearing this, Xiang Zhu looked at Madam with a determined light in her eyes, "Madam, I will also do my best to help you and make you a better person."

At this time, Qin Moyuan came over, looked at Sheng Yunrong and Xiang Zhu, and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Mother, what are you talking about?"

Sheng Yunrong looked at Qin Moyuan and said with a smile: "We are talking about your future, Moyuan. Xiang Zhu believes that your future is not only about achieving success in calligraphy, but you should also get in touch with the outside world more, learn more knowledge and skills, and expand your horizons."

Qin Moyuan heard his mother's words, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He looked at Xiang Zhu and asked, "Xiang Zhu, do you really think so?"

Xiang Zhu looked at Qin Moyuan and smiled, "Yes, sir. Your talent is not limited to calligraphy. You have great potential and can create more value."

After hearing this, Qin Moyuan felt excited.

Sheng Yunrong looked at Qin Moyuan and said softly, "Moyuan, Xiang Zhu is right. Your future has infinite possibilities. I hope you can broaden your horizons, learn more knowledge and skills, and make your future more brilliant."

Qin Moyuan looked at his mother with gratitude in his eyes. He nodded and said firmly: "Mother, Xiang Zhu, I will. I will work hard to learn all kinds of knowledge, expand my horizons, and make my future more brilliant!"