Chapter 195
Zheng didn't take it to heart and turned to leave.
After she finished breakfast and returned, she wanted to check on how Yunxi was doing with her copying.
She had initially thought that Yunxi was illiterate and that her composure was merely an act. However, upon closer inspection, she discovered that Yunxi was writing with utmost care, each stroke meticulously executed. While her handwriting appeared unremarkable at first glance, it possessed a hidden brilliance.
Madam Zheng raised an eyebrow: "You learned to write while you were in the Yun family?"
It would be difficult to write such neat characters without practicing from a young age.
Yunxi put down her brush and replied, "My family runs a private school, and I learned to read and write from my father."
Hearing her words, Madam Zheng's expression became even more complicated.
If that's the case, she must have heard some wise sayings when she was young. So how could she do such a shameless thing when she grew up?
It seems that a person's nature is determined from birth, and it is difficult to change even if they listen to the words of sages every day.
The root of her problem is bad; it's just a pity that she has such a good life.
Zheng shook his head regretfully: "Keep copying."
She has a long way to go.
If one book still can't correct her mind, then make her come and copy it every day, since she has plenty of scriptures here anyway.
This also leaves an opening for Yun Wan, allowing her to use her methods to win over Shen Rang.
As long as Yun Wan succeeds, then Yun Xi's situation is irrelevant.
She's just a concubine; we'll send her to the estate later.
Unaware of Zheng's thoughts, Yunxi simply replied "Yes" and continued copying.
Writing can calm the mind, and Yunxi has often done this since her rebirth, so she doesn't feel tired now.
I copied from morning until noon, went back for a meal, took a nap, and then was called back to continue copying.
They copied it until dark.
"Alright," said Madam Zheng, "You know why I called you here. Just come before dawn tomorrow. There's no need to come so early."
"yes."
After Yunxi left, Madam Zheng raised her hand, signaling Zhou Mama to bring over the scriptures that Yunxi had copied.
A person's handwriting best reflects their state of mind.
Any sign of restlessness will alter one's handwriting.
However, Zheng read it from beginning to end and found that Yunxi's handwriting was as neat as ever, with each stroke written very carefully.
As she looked at it, Zheng's brows furrowed.
Thinking something was amiss, Zhou's mother quickly asked, "Madam, what's wrong?"
Madam Zheng turned around and looked at her again, saying, "This girl can certainly calm her mind."
When she copied it herself, she had to stop and start, but she never expected that this girl would be even better than her. She could sit there for a whole day and still write such neat handwriting.
"Perhaps, Auntie is actually a good person, and there might be some misunderstanding?" Zhou's mother guessed.
“Misunderstanding? She clearly did such a thing, what misunderstanding could there be?” Madam Zheng sneered. “Indeed, she managed to secure her current status right under the young mistress’s nose; she is no ordinary person.”
"Put it back. Tell her to copy all the scriptures first, and then we'll see how she does it."
"yes."
Meanwhile, Yunxi returned to Jibai Residence and only then did she belatedly realize the soreness in her hands.
Copying books is very tiring, especially since Madam Zheng was watching her the whole time. Even when she was tired, she didn't dare to stop. By the end of the day, her hands were naturally sore and aching.
Le'an sighed as she massaged her.
I thought Zheng wouldn't go too far, but it turned out to be like a dull knife grinding away at my flesh.
I don't know if Yunxi can hold on tomorrow.
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