"Since everyone has no objections, this piece will be awarded first place." Jian Yunchi looked at Ye Qiu's work, longing to keep it, but under the scrutiny of all the guests, he had to send it back to the ladies' side. Regulations were strict, and for the sake of the young lady's reputation, he couldn't see it again.
"Mr. Lv Zhu's judgment is undoubtedly trustworthy."
Although the poem was not her own creation, the calligraphy alone was enough to impress. It's uncertain which renowned teacher taught her.
When the servants returned with the poems and paintings of the ladies, each of the female guests was thrilled beyond words.
"How is it?" Madam Jiang asked with a smile.
The servant respectfully raised a tray containing four paintings: "Fifth Young Master said Miss Ye Qiu's calligraphy should occupy the first place, showing the style of a master."
"Just as I expected." Madam Jiang had a look of certainty, "Miss Ye, congratulations."
