Lin Qingwan smiled and said, "Mother Rong is too kind. Please don't think I'm stupid."
Rong's mother paused for a moment, then said, "Let's begin."
"Let me first tell you about the daily schedule."
As a daughter of the Prime Minister's family, she had to get up early every day to greet her parents. Before breakfast, she had to spend an hour reviewing books such as "Admonitions for Women," and after breakfast, she would practice calligraphy and painting.
Given that Lin Qingwan had no prior experience, she would also need to learn the zither and tea ceremony in the afternoon, and familiarize herself with the families of officials in the capital before going to bed, knowing which family she should be close to and which family she should be polite to when she went out.
Rong Ma started with the four most basic postures: walking, standing, sitting, and lying down. By the age of fifteen, a girl's flexibility is already set. Plus, Lin Qingwan had been kneeling for so long yesterday, so it was thought she wouldn't be able to hold on. But to everyone's surprise, she learned it flawlessly in just two hours.
Rong Ma had taught many noble ladies, including some with exceptional talent, but they were all inferior to Lin Qingwan.
She couldn't help but feel regretful, thinking that if Miss Qingwan had grown up in the Prime Minister's residence, the title of the most beautiful woman in the capital would not have gone to someone else.
After lunch, Rong's mother prepared paper, pen, and a simple calligraphy practice book.
Almost everyone thought that Lin Qingwan's hands, covered in chilblains, couldn't write. Rong Ma said slowly, "Miss, practice first. There's no rush."
Lin Qingwan picked up her pen and began to write. Her small handwriting was beautiful, just like her—slender and resilient, though slightly rusty, probably because she hadn't held a pen in a long time.
Madam Rong was overjoyed, "Miss has studied this?"
Lin Qingwan's face rarely showed a hint of nostalgia, "My adoptive father had someone teach me."
However, Mr. Cheng later dismissed the teacher, citing financial difficulties.
The teacher said she was a promising talent and secretly taught her for quite some time before she achieved her current skill level.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingwan felt as if her teacher's warm palm was covering her rough hand, and his gentle voice was still ringing in her ears, "Press a little harder here, and finish the stroke quickly to make it clean and neat."
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