Xiaoyu suddenly realized: "Madam means that this person will help again?"
"You know, with Song Ya Lan’s mind, she can’t think of such a good way. Although she pretended to be faint last time and was exposed by me in public, she still left a handle for Second Lady Song, so Second Lady Song did not dare to send her directly to the family temple, but swallowed her anger, fearing public criticism. The person behind this must be guarded against, and it’s dangerous for me since the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light."
Xin He sneered and continued: "So by taking advantage of this occasion, I still want to dig out the person behind it! I want to see who is so powerful behind it. If I don’t resolve this person, I won’t feel at ease."
Xiaoyu nodded: "That’s very good, Madam. Song Ya Lan and Third Lady Song have left their hearts, and they are determined to marry our master. They must seek help from others. The person previously behind her has already shown her their means and strength. This time, Song Ya Lan must still ask him for help; we just need to watch the changes."
Xin He snorted lightly and laughed: "Well, go and get the pen and ink quickly. Since Miss Song Wu has written such a touching letter to me, I naturally can’t neglect it, otherwise, wouldn’t Miss Song Wu be waiting in vain?"
"Yes!" Shulan excitedly bowed and ran out to get the pen and ink without even combing Ji Xinhe’s hair.
As Xinhe picked up the pen to write a few sentences, she felt a little unsatisfied. She tilted her head to think for a moment and then asked Shulan and Xiaoyu, "Do you think this writing is too girly?"
In fact, Ji Xinhe only began practicing her calligraphy after coming to this era. Although she was strong-willed, she still liked the delicate small print that boudoir women often used in writing, which was why she practiced in this style. Another reason was that when she first arrived, her body was weak and her wrist had no strength, so she couldn’t control the sharp and aggressive strokes of Mu Houchu.
Later, when she became accustomed to practicing delicate small print and her body strengthened, she became too lazy to change her writing style, so she had no great interest in calligraphy; it was only because of daily needs that she chose to practice it.
Shulan leaned over to look and nodded: "It does look a little bit girly."
Xiaoyu said: "Miss Song Wu has never seen our masters’s handwriting, so it shouldn’t be a problem."
Still, Xin He shook her head: "No, this obvious flaw might make her think twice. Although it doesn’t have to be Mu Houchu’s handwriting, at least it’s a man’s."
"Shall I go and ask which of the young servants outside can write and call them in?" Xiaoyu suggested.
"You go and have a look." Xin He put down the pen directly.
"Yes." Xiaoyu bowed and immediately withdrew.
In a short while, two or three young servants were found. The residence was small, with few masters and servants, totaling no more than twenty.
There were only about eight young servants, and only a few of them could write.
Xin He looked expressionlessly at the dog-like characters written by these young men, and though she didn’t want to hurt their feelings, she still forced a corner smile: "Forget it, you can go down first."
The young servants’ faces reddened, and they felt wronged: "If Madam thinks our writing is ugly, we will practice more in the future."
Xin He rubbed her forehead: "No need to practice, the quality of the writing does not matter."
The young servants sighed quietly and hastily withdrew.
With a sheepish grin, Shulan said, "Why not go find a scholar outside?"
Xin He shook her head: "We cannot let outsiders know about this matter."
She paused for a moment, then added, "Go and call Xiao Chai Hu over."
Receiving the instruction, Shulan nodded: "I almost forgot that our family had a child at school!"
Although Xiao Bei’s writing is not very good either, and quite childish - one could easily tell that he had just begun learning - the fact that he passed the preliminary exam this time could be considered a fluke. However, Xiao Chai Hu’s writing was something that Ji Xinhe had seen before, and for such a young age, he had a good hand at it, which showed that he must have put in a lot of hard work.
At first, Ji Xinhe did not want him to be involved in these matters. After all, he was still young, and she didn’t want to corrupt a child. However, she could not find a suitable candidate at this time.
Xiao Chai Hu hadn’t gone to school yet, but usually at this time he would be in the front yard with Xiao Bei, learning martial arts from their master. He entered the room with a sweaty face, flushed but bright-eyed, "Madam called me?"
Xin He smiled and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief: "Is it hard to practice?"
Xiao Chai Hu shook his head with a smile: "Not hard at all."
"Come and help me write a letter." Xin He let him sit opposite her at the antique table and pushed the pen and ink to him.
Xiao Chai Hu was taken aback, wondering why he needed to write the letter for her.
Feeling somewhat guilty by Xiao Chai Hu’s questioning gaze, Xin He coughed lightly: "The thing is, my handwriting is, um, not quite suitable."
Xiao Chai Hu obediently nodded: "Understood."
"I will recite it, and you will write it down." Xin He cleared her throat, organized her thoughts, and began: "My love, Lan Lan."
Xiao Chai Hu’s hand holding the pen trembled, nearly dropping it, his mature-faced young face suddenly panicked for the first time, and his eyes widened at Ji Xinhe: "Huh?"
Xin He stared fiercely: "I recite, you write it down. What’s with the ’huh’?"
Shulan, holding back laughter at the side, shook her shoulders in amusement, barely managing to keep her composure.
Xiao Chai Hu touched his nose, nodded obediently, and started to write.
Ji Xinhe continued: "Every day I do not see you feels like three autumns have passed. I toss and turn restlessly at night, even your beautiful image haunts my dreams ..."
"Pfff!" Finally, Shulan held back her laughter no longer, almost choking on her own saliva.
Ever since Ji Xinhe uttered the words "My love, Lan Lan," Xiao Chai Hu had been mentally prepared and was now trying to calm himself while continuing to write. His face, however, had turned red.
It was one thing to write a love letter oneself, but it was quite another to have to dictate it to someone else. Ji Xinhe was already quite embarrassed, and now Shulan, this stinky girl, was also laughing at her. Even Xiao Chai Hu hadn’t said anything yet!
Xin He shot Shulan a glance.
Shulan quickly covered her fits of laughter with her hand and said, "I’m going out to pour Madam a cup of tea!"
She really couldn’t hold it in any longer!
Ji Xinhe waved her hand to let her go, and as soon as Shulan left the room, her giggles filled the air, causing Xin He’s face to darken even further.
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