When she noticed my gaze, Fox Xia smiled again.
That perfectly measured gesture was already the height of elegance.
She was refined enough for the grand hall and capable enough for the kitchen. Compared with the unruly heiress of the past, she was like two entirely different people.
And unlike before, when she had only ever been fiercely competitive, ten thousand years of immersion had given her a wealth of knowledge far beyond what she once possessed.
Whenever I was with her, pleasing words always came effortlessly, making me feel as though I were basking in a spring breeze.
She even had mastery of the qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as if everything had been prepared for this very day.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and I could not help sighing. "If you had only learned it for the novelty, you wouldn't have such superb chess skills. This is the result of years immersed in the Way of Chess. Judging by your composure, such a transformation is truly remarkable."
"Brother Tian praises me too highly. Fox Xia's chess skills are nothing more than a minor path. Besides, Brother Tian, think about it—if I were the only one who had improved on my own, then who would I play chess with whenever you weren't around? It's only because I don't have much else to show off that I brought out this little skill." Fox Xia gently waved her fan, hiding her small mouth as she spoke.
She showed not the slightest trace of taking credit or pride. Just for that alone, I felt this trip had been worthwhile.
Following that topic, I asked about the people who usually played chess with her, as well as her relationships with them.
As outstanding as she was, she indeed