Yongcheng, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up: "My grandson once saw Yonghuang practicing calligraphy during his afternoon nap. I asked him what he was writing, and he said he was practicing the Heart Sutra. I think this piece of calligraphy must have been written by Yonghuang."
In fact, Yonglian had also witnessed that scene, but his mother forbade him to speak to Yonghuang. He hadn't asked, nor did he dare to speak up for Yonghuang at that moment, lest his mother scold him.
Because of Su Yushan, the Empress Dowager had never had a good impression of Yonghuang. Upon seeing such a neatly written Heart Sutra, she couldn't help but be suspicious, thinking that Yonghuang was using it as a pretext to present to the Buddha.
Whether it was true or false was not important to the Empress Dowager; she had just said it casually and did not intend to pursue the matter, vaguely agreeing:
"Then let's assume he wrote it!"
These words were truly harsh to hear, and tears began to well up in Yonghuang's bright eyes. Su Yushan saw this and felt a pang of pain in her heart. She stood up for her son, arguing her case forcefully.
"It was clearly Yonghuang who wrote it, how can you say it was written by him? Don't you still not trust Yonghuang?"
Knowing that explanations were useless, Hongli didn't say much and directly ordered people to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so that Yonghuang could write the Heart Sutra on the spot.
This elaborate mobilization was beyond the Empress Dowager's expectations. "There's no need for such a grand show of force. Can't I trust him?"
Hongli resolutely replied, "It is absolutely necessary!" He knew very well that the child's abilities were beyond question, and if he did not make him prove himself in public today, this matter might become a knot in Yonghuang's heart.
Therefore, he insisted that Yonghuang write in public, and Yonghuang was willing to follow his father's arrangement. He wanted to show his grandmother that he could really write!
After the Xuan paper was laid out, Yonghuang took a deep breath, picked up his brush and began to write, concentrating fully.
Su Yushan couldn't help but feel a little worried for her son, but she believed that Yonghuang had practiced for so long, he shouldn't make a mistake, right?
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