The Duke's Daughter is Reborn

The Queen picked up the teacup and was about to take a sip, but when she heard what Yang Qi said, her hand holding the teacup paused slightly. There was a light "knock" sound, and the delicate celadon edge of the teacup gently touched the sandalwood table, making a very light sound.

Although the voice was soft, it seemed to cause a ripple in the heart of the Queen. She stared at Yang Qi, and saw that the girl's eyes were shining brightly, like the bright stars in the night sky.

The Queen couldn't help but smile slightly. Although the smile was very faint, it was like the spring sunshine melting the snow. It slowly spread over the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, making her whole person look softer.

"You are indeed lucky to be able to study under Mr. Yang." The Queen said softly.

Yang Wanmei, the famous female teacher in the imperial city, was well-known. She had taught many female students, but she only had three disciples. These three people were Bai Yuxin, Song Yanglan, and Song Yangqi.

Before this, Bai Yuxin and Song Yanglan were both highly praised noble ladies in the imperial city, and their talents and beauty were praised. However, overnight, with the news that the fifth prince was in trouble, the fate of these two people changed drastically.

Bai Yuxin was thrown into jail, while Song Yanglan stayed at home, as if she had disappeared from people's sight. On the contrary, Yang Qi, who had been unknown all along, suddenly became the central topic of discussion among the noble ladies.

The Queen Mother naturally understood the reason behind this. Although she seemed to be praising Mr. Yang, she was actually secretly expressing her affirmation of Yang Qi.

Seeing the Queen's undisguised love, Princess Cheng'an turned the teacup twice in her palm, but she didn't dare to make a sound, as if the teacup was a rare treasure that would be broken into pieces if she wasn't careful. Her eyes drifted towards the Queen from time to time, as if she was observing her reaction, and seemed to be hesitating whether to speak.

Lu Xiaojin's jade beads stopped at her lips, and she was about to say something. The beads swayed gently at her fingertips, making a subtle sound. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she had something to say but didn't know how to express it.

Su Wanrou's wild rose slid down half an inch from her temples, picking up a bit of the flower fragrance in the wind. Her movements were gentle and graceful, and the wild rose seemed to sense her uneasiness and trembled slightly.

Yang Qi nodded and replied, "Mr. Yang is a man of great learning. It is Yang Qi's honor to be his disciple." Her voice was clear and firm, without any hesitation. Yang Qi had long known from her stepmother that Mr. Yang had a very good relationship with the Empress and stepmother, and that they had known each other since childhood.

Since childhood, Yang Qi has never been interested in flowers. His only hobby is growing herbs by the Houhu Lake.

She was not very interested in those gorgeous flowers, but preferred those simple herbs. Although they were not as gorgeous as flowers, they had unique medicinal value.

The Queen suddenly asked, and Yang Qi said what Mr. Yang had said before without much thought. "Okay." The Queen clapped her hands and smiled, expressing her satisfaction with Yang Qi's answer.

"Look at the flowers in the imperial garden..." The Queen changed the subject and pointed outside the pavilion, "Yao Huang needs people to hold a golden basin to grow it, and Wei Zi needs a craftsman to build a flower stand for it, but the apricot tree has no one to water or fertilize it, yet it lives vigorously on its own."

As soon as the Queen finished speaking, Concubine Li was the first to react. She stood up and bowed: "I will follow the Queen's instructions."

Princess Yuan Yi moved to Yang Qi's side without her noticing, and gently poked her sleeve with her white fingertips, with a rare melancholy in her voice: "Sister Yang Qi, during the time you were out of the palace, I suffered a lot following Mr. Li Lian.

The day before yesterday, I was practicing calligraphy with Mr. Li Lian, and he insisted that I copy the "Lanting Preface" twenty times - guess what?

My hands were so sore that I couldn't even hold the teacup steady, and the ink splashed all over the hem of my skirt, but he still said, 'You don't have enough wrist strength, copy it ten more times!'"

At this point, Yuan Yi couldn't help but reveal a hint of helplessness. If it weren't for her mother and brother repeatedly emphasizing Mr. Li Lian's profound knowledge, she probably wouldn't have been able to persist.

"Mr. Li is really very strict." Yang Qi quickly pulled Yuan Yi's hand and looked at her slightly blue wrist with heartache. She quickly took out her handkerchief from her bosom and gently placed it under Yuan Yi's wrist, fearing that she would feel uncomfortable.

"However, although Mr. Li is strict, his teaching methods are indeed very practical." Yang Qi comforted gently, "I think Mr. Li asked the princess to copy the "Lanting Preface" probably because he wanted the princess to understand that the characters should be written as light and soft as the spring breeze blowing over the willow branches, but the heart must have the determination of a magic needle that stabilizes the sea. Just like when your hands are sore when you practice calligraphy, but you insist on enduring it, this is not a kind of pain, but it is tempering your temper."

Yang Qi paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Actually, when I first started learning calligraphy from Mr. Yang, he also felt that my writing skills were not good enough. I also put in a lot of effort before I was recognized by him."

At that time, in order to make his handwriting more powerful, Yang Qi pasted paper on the wall and practiced calligraphy facing the wall.

Princess Yuan Yi gently shook her wrists. Her voice was clear and soft, like the spring breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples.

"I know that if you want to learn good calligraphy, you have to work hard." Princess Yuan Yi said with a smile, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. However, her tone did not sound depressed, but rather revealed a sense of relief and open-mindedness.

Then she paused for a moment, as if thinking about something, and continued: "However, my mother and brother never hoped that I could become a talented woman. They just hope that I can do something I like." When she said this, Princess Yuan Yi's eyes suddenly brightened up, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, shining brightly.

Yang Qi had been in the palace for several months and had some understanding of the relationship between the Empress and Princess Yuan Yi. She knew that the Empress was born in a military family and had a generous personality, but she was bound by the rules of the palace and suffered a lot of grievances. Therefore, the Empress naturally did not want her daughter to experience the same pain.

Princess Yuanyi also knew her mother's intentions very well, so she did not force herself to achieve high attainments in calligraphy and other aspects, but was more willing to pursue things that really interested her.