"Big Brother, Sister Wushuang and Sister Xianrou are still inside." Xinyuan Ying glanced toward the inner courtyard, signaling that I had little time left. These past few days, I had devoted all my time to arranging matters for the elite disciples selected for dispatch, leaving the two sisters waiting here.
I nodded and entered the manor with Xinyuan Ying. We took a detour to Xing Wenqing's calligraphy studio, where the two sisters were currently copying the works Xing Wenqing had left behind.
At my request, Xing Wenqing had indeed stopped worrying about whether she would embarrass her father. With a flourish of her brush, she had written three beautiful calligraphy pieces and gifted them to me and the Shengtus. Although these three works were of a different style from Xing Wencha's cursive script, her strokes were lean and forceful, carrying an elegant grace. They differed from Slender Gold Script, yet appeared even more ethereal, as though imbued with the spirit of an immortal.
Thus, when Xing Wenqing stamped her seal onto the calligraphy pieces, I already felt that I would be unable to put them down once I started admiring them. I even wanted to claim the other two for myself. Of course, I would never take away what the sisters loved. There would be plenty of time in the future to have Xing Wenqing write a few more pieces for my collection.
"This calligraphy truly flows like clouds and running water, exquisite as a painting. How is your copying going?" I asked with a smile. Shengtú Wushuang set down her brush and said with a bitter smile, "Copying it has given me a headache. I really don't understand how she could have written so well after hiding her talents for so many years. Forget it. I originally planned to