Seeing this, the maid was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "The eldest lady actually lost to the second lady in the pot-throwing competition today."
The words were filled with fear and anxiety.
"It's not because of this..." Song Wanwan raised her head and wanted to explain, her big eyes like black grapes were wide open, full of anxiety and grievance.
However, when she met her stepmother's cold gaze, she was so frightened that she couldn't say a word. She could only stand there, her heart filled with helplessness and despair.
"The calligraphy you presented today is very irregular. It's probably because you were so engrossed in playing pot-tossing that you forgot to practice. Kneel here for half an hour and reflect on your mistakes."
The Princess' words were filled with unquestionable severity, which made Song Wanwan feel a chill.
In fact, Song Wanwan had only been practicing calligraphy for a short time, and her handwriting was indeed a little crooked, so it was reasonable for her stepmother to use this excuse to punish her.
Although she was unwilling in her heart, she still obeyed the order silently.
"yes."
She murmured her agreement, knelt down obediently, and lowered her head to acknowledge her mistake.
Seeing this, the expression on the Princess's face eased slightly, no longer so stern, and she concentrated on trying to persuade Song Yueyue to open the door and let her in.
After about a quarter of an hour, Song Yueyue finally opened the door to the main hall. The Princess rushed forward, hugged her heartbrokenly, and walked into the room, gently comforting her, "What's the big deal about losing a game of pot? As a royal lady, you should compete in talents like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. My Suisui is the best. I'm afraid there are few in the entire capital who can compare to you."
After hearing this, Song Yueyue's mood gradually improved, and she started to act coquettishly in the Princess's arms, as if all her previous unhappiness had disappeared.
At this moment, a report came from outside the door: "The prince of the Duke of Anguo's mansion has arrived."
When Song Yueyue heard this, she immediately stood up and anxiously requested, "Mother, please help me wipe my face."
There was a hint of urgency in her words.
"Ziteng, come quickly and wash the young lady's face."
The Princess gave the order with a gentle smile on her face.
She looked at Song Yueyue for a long time before she remembered something she had forgotten to deal with - Song Wanwan was still kneeling outside and accepting punishment.
However, since there was sufficient reason, I didn't care about it anymore and sat down calmly waiting for the guests to arrive.
At this moment, Fu Yu appeared in front of everyone wearing a bamboo green gown, with a tall and handsome figure.
When he passed by Song Wanwan, who was still kneeling on the ground receiving punishment, his steps paused slightly, but then he quickly walked up the stairs and entered the main hall.
"Greetings to my aunt."
Fu Yu bowed respectfully, his head slightly lowered. "Sister Yueyue's Nine-Linked Rings accidentally fell into our house. Mother immediately asked me to bring it here when she found out."
He raised his head, his eyes gentle and firm, and handed over the exquisite nine-ring bracelet with both hands. Every movement he made seemed extremely solemn and cautious.
Song Yueyue stretched out her slender hand and took the beloved toy. The smile on her face was as bright as the spring breeze, warm and kind.
Her eyes sparkled with sincerity and gratitude, as if her endless gratitude contained a thousand words: "Thank you, Brother Jin, for making this special trip to return the Nine Links to me. Yueyue is truly grateful and will definitely remember this."
Afterwards, the little girl performed a standard blessing lightly, expressing her respect and gratitude for the other person's help in the most elegant manner.
Facing such polite and lovely Song Yueyue, Fu Yu couldn't help but smile in admiration. However, he didn't let his guard down. Instead, he maintained his proper etiquette. Turning to the dignified and elegant Princess of the County, he spoke, "Aunt, I just heard that earlier today, Yueyue participated in a very intense pitching pot competition with the eldest daughter of the Zhao family. From what I understand, Miss Zhao performed exceptionally well and seemed to have the upper hand. However, immediately after the match, Miss Zhao, having won, became somewhat complacent. Not only was her speech filled with arrogance and conceit, she also made numerous sarcastic and provocative remarks towards our Yueyue. Fortunately, just when Yueyue was feeling particularly embarrassed, Wanwan appeared and intervened. Not only did she successfully turn the tide and win the competition with her own superb skills, but she also forced the self-righteous Miss Zhao to publicly apologize to Yueyue."
As Fu Yu finished speaking, Song Yueyue, who had been listening to the story silently, suddenly had a complex emotion flash across her face - there was a hint of embarrassment, and some faint dissatisfaction and anger, so that her cheeks were slightly flushed, and it was obvious that she was experiencing quite a stir in her heart.
Ignoring the subtle changes in the younger generation before him, Fu Yu continued calmly but firmly, "Through this incident, I believe you can see that, even at such a young age, Qingyi has long understood the principle that sisters should support each other and advance and retreat together. This understanding is truly admirable."
After hearing these words, the princess sitting opposite her changed her expression several times, sometimes flushed, and sometimes turned pale in an instant, as if she had received a great shock.
She realized that the development of the matter had completely exceeded her initial expectations. It was supposed to be a good thing that should have made her feel gratified and even proud, but because of her previous improper handling, it turned into a negative punishment for Qing'er in a sense. To outsiders, it seemed like a harsh and ruthless mother had imposed overly harsh demands on her concubine's daughter.
Thinking of this, the Princess couldn't help but sigh deeply, her tone revealing a hint of helplessness and regret. "Alas... Actually, if Qingyi had communicated this matter clearly with me beforehand, perhaps this situation wouldn't have happened. I've always thought her handwriting wasn't neat and beautiful enough, and since she seemed to be too playful and not interested in studying, I decided to be strict with her. I never expected it to end up like this."
She shook her head, her heart filled with self-blame and regret.
At this moment, Fu Yu, who had been speaking without interrupting, continued in his usual gentle manner, adding, "I remember the teacher we hired once mentioned an incident. He said that until his own hand bones were fully developed, he only allowed his students to recite the texts and not write. I guess when a child of Qing's age starts to try to pick up a brush to practice writing, their first works will naturally not be very good."
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