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As soon as the words left her mouth, Li's expression turned icy.
Song Feiwan personally took out a finely crafted rectangular wooden box and walked up to Grand Master Rong, presenting the box with both hands. "This is a copy of a scripture I transcribed for you, hoping for your peace and tranquility, and that the mountains may stand forever."
Li almost couldn't suppress a laugh, secretly mocking Song Feiwan for being so petty. What kind of gift was a hand-copied scripture for someone like Grand Master Rong? Moreover, as a towering figure among scholars, he was renowned for his calligraphy and painting. Presenting him with such a meager offering was akin to showing off a great axe in front of Lu Ban.
She eagerly anticipated seeing Grand Master Rong's disinterest, hoping to use it as an opportunity to ridicule Song Feiwan a bit.
To her surprise, Grand Master Rong reached out and accepted the box, taking out the book inside. Upon seeing the characters on the cover, his eyes instantly lit up. "Excellent handwriting!" he exclaimed in admiration.
He then opened the cover and read through several pages. The more he read, the more delighted he became. When he finally pulled his gaze away from the pages, there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
He looked at Song Feiwan and generously praised her, "The strokes are clear and powerful, with sharp angles and excellent spirit! If I remember correctly, you are only eighteen years old, right?"
Song Feiwan humbly replied, "In two months, I will turn nineteen."
Grand Master Rong exclaimed, "Only nineteen! Your writing surpasses that of Rong Huan when he came of age!"
Beside him, Rong Huan frowned slightly, while Rong Jiayi's gaze deepened with contemplation. As for Rong Anning, her eyes were wide with disbelief.
It was clear that Grand Master Rong adored Song Feiwan's writing; he flipped through the scripture repeatedly and beckoned to Rong Huan. "Come, take a look too!"
Rong Huan could only helplessly press his forehead. At over forty years old and serving as the current Prime Minister, couldn't he be given a little respect?
"Father, Miss Song has been standing for quite a while."
Only then did Master Rong come to his senses, smiling at Song Feiwan. "Good child, please sit down. You are about to marry Prince Chen, and we will be family from now on."
With the marriage granted to Song Feiwan by Consort Rong, regardless of whether it was genuine or feigned, no one would question her relationship with Xiao Yu anymore.
"Thank you, Master Rong."
"No need for thanks. Just call me grandfather from now on."
Rong Anning, feeling displeased, interjected, "Grandfather? She isn't even the Princess of Chen yet; that doesn't make sense!"
Master Rong frowned. "Even if she isn't married yet, it's not inappropriate for the younger generation to address me as grandfather."
Rong Anning was unconvinced and was about to argue further when her brother, Rong Jiayi, silenced her with a glance.
Li Shi watched this scene unfold, her heart filled with shock and resentment.
The precious tea leaves she had gifted were merely acknowledged out of courtesy by Master Rong, who then set them aside without a second glance. Yet he cherished the worn-out scripture that Song Feiwan had given him!
Was the handwriting truly that remarkable?
Suppressing her dissatisfaction, Li Shi leaned forward slightly with a smile. "Hearing you say that, Master Rong, I am quite curious."
Master Rong proudly handed over the scripture. "Take a look."
Li Shi accepted it and flipped through a couple of pages. She instinctively frowned but quickly smoothed her expression.
Holding the scripture, she turned to Song Feiwan and feigned astonishment. "Your handwriting has improved tremendously; I hardly recognize it! You must have been practicing diligently during this time?"
Everyone present caught the underlying insinuation in her words.
Rong Anning glared at Song Feiwan with hostility. "Are you sure this is your own work?"
"Of course," Song Feiwan replied calmly. "It is a gift for my grandfather; how could I let someone else do it?"
Her demeanor was composed and unruffled, which made Rong Anning feel a twinge of guilt for suspecting her.
But how could someone's handwriting change so easily?
"If one is determined, they can accomplish it." Song Feiwan looked at Master Rong, waiting for his decision; perhaps he wanted her to write something right there for everyone to see.
Master Rong cast a cool glance at Li Shi, who instinctively shrank back slightly.
Although I appreciate your writing, as a guest, I cannot allow you to tire yourself. I will take good care of this scripture that you copied by hand.
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