I just want to die of old age

In the other side room sat two elegantly dressed gentlemen.

One of them was wearing a light blue gorgeous robe, exuding nobility and imposing aura.

It was obvious that he was not a simple person, as he drank tea gracefully.

The other one was wearing a gorgeous crescent-colored robe. Ye Ziting held his chin and watched with interest, looking nonchalant and out of place.

"Mo Yan, what a great show of sisters fighting each other, I want to join in the fun."

Shen Moyan put down his teacup and glanced in that direction, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes: "Then let's go and take a look."

The shopkeeper was quick and efficient, and in a short while, he had arranged a spacious room for us.

There was a mahogany round table on it, with writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone already laid out.

They were all there, and spectators gathered at the door to watch the fun.

No one was even bothered to eat, they all came over to watch the fun.

Some people even stood on tiptoe, regardless of their image, in order to see more clearly.

On the other side of the screen, several distinguished guests were already sitting.

The first round is a calligraphy competition.

Su Yumo stood in front of the table with a confident look on her face.

Holding the brush, he was about to start writing.

Su Yuzhu interrupted directly and said in a clear voice: "Wait a moment."

Su Yumo said sarcastically, "Could it be that my sister is about to admit defeat?"

"Of course not." Su Yuzhu smiled, her eyes cunning like a fox.

"Why isn't there a prize? This game would lose its interest and become a bit boring."

"Luck?"

"That's right. We each provide a valuable item, and the winner gets it."

Ye Ziting's eyes lit up behind the screen, and he couldn't wait to step forward and increase the bet.

"Okay, I'll use this jade pendant."

Su Yumo took out a white carved jade pendant, the material of which was good.

She said proudly, "This is a birthday present from my father."

Su Yuzhu's eyes were still as clear as water, motionless and without a trace of fluctuation.

Su Yumo was a little disappointed when she saw that Su Yuzhu was not jealous at all.

"Sister, do you have any good prizes?"

Su Yumo was just waiting to mock Su Yuzhu in public.

But then I heard a crackling sound from behind the screen.

"The villain succeeds."

Su Yumo's face changed slightly, and she turned pale. She suddenly forgot to maintain her image.

"I mean, we are sisters, I can help you."

Although both are daughters of Shangshu, this forms a sharp contrast.

With a wave of his hand, a precious jade pendant appeared.

The other one was obviously living in poverty and had no valuables on him.

Su Yumo didn't notice the strange looks from others.

Su Yuzhu took out a silk scarf and used it as a prize.

Qian Xier mocked directly: "This is too bad. A lady from the Shangshu Mansion can't even take out a valuable item."

Su Yuzhu, however, did not feel ashamed at all. She held her head high and said, "I am indeed in a tight financial situation. I have no choice but to rely on my skills due to the pressure of life."

It's not shameful to make money by relying on skills. After this competition, the Shangshu family will probably be humiliated.

Xiao Qiang picked up the scarf and took a look at it, a look of surprise in her eyes.

"This is a rare double-sided embroidery, and it is so lifelike, it is a rare masterpiece."

Su Yumo's face darkened instantly. He didn't expect that Su Yuzhu had this trick.

"The prizes are set, the competition begins."

Su Yumo suppressed the resentment in his heart, and a look of confidence appeared on his face again.

Even if I can embroider, how can I compare to her?

Su Yumo took the brush and with a wave of his hand, a piece of calligraphy was completed.

After finishing writing, Su Yumo's eyes were filled with pride that was hard to conceal.

Su Yumo thought complacently that Su Yuzhu could never compare to her in calligraphy.

Xiao Qiang came over to take a look, her eyes revealing admiration. She exclaimed in admiration, "The calligraphy is elegant, the brushwork is smooth, and the brushwork is skillful. It is indeed an excellent work."

Hearing the compliment, Su Yumo became even more flamboyant, like a proud peacock.

"After so many years of hard practice, this is the result."

Su Yumo took out a silk scarf and covered her lips to hide the smile on her lips.

"I wonder how good my sister's calligraphy is? It should be stunning."

Qian Xier folded her arms across her chest and looked at him without even looking at him: "Don't get your hopes up too much. Some people are just clueless idiots."

Feeling Qian Xier's strong malice, Su Yuzhu wanted to put her in a sack.

But it was our first meeting, so why did I feel such inexplicable hatred?

Su Yuzhu shook her head and said confidently, "Everyone says that General Qian defended the border and was loyal to the emperor and patriotic, but I didn't expect that the daughter he raised would be so noisy. I'm a little disappointed."

"You...are talking nonsense."

"You haven't even competed yet, and you're already talking nonsense here. You think highly of yourself and think you can see further than anyone else here."

Qian Xier was speechless for a moment. Looking at the unhappy looks of the people around her, she immediately realized that she shouldn't say more.

She could only glare at Su Yuzhu with resentment.

Su Yuzhu was not affected by her emotions and directly spread out the rice paper on the other side of the table.

She had a confident look on her face and a bright smile that made everyone around her hold their breath.

It is said that serious women are the most beautiful. Their already stunning looks will radiate an incomparable radiance.

Several burning gazes looked over, as if wanting to see more clearly.

Su Yuzhu raised her eyebrows, and an inspirational sentence came to her mind.

Then he picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, his eyes revealing a hint of sharpness.

"Unfazed by external disturbances, unmoved by external events, only then can one be entrusted with the great affairs of the world."

Su Yuzhu placed the brush on the pen holder.

Xiao Qiang was the first to step forward. She had loved literature since she was a child and had a thorough study of calligraphy works.

When she saw Su Yuzhu's work, a complicated look appeared on her face.

Su Yumo asked anxiously: "How?"

She desperately wanted to slap Su Yuzhu in the face and make her lose face.

Xiao Qiang's thoughts were complicated and difficult to discern, but she still said truthfully, "The handwriting is as smooth as flowing water, with powerful strokes and sharp brushwork, quite the style of a master."

Su Yumo was horrified and blurted out: "How is it possible?"

Xiao Qiang said with admiration: "As expected, there is always a mountain higher than the other."

Su Yumo's eyes became even more angry, and he asked angrily: "You have never learned calligraphy, where did this come from?"

"Is calligraphy difficult? Although I haven't taken formal classes, it's easy to learn with a little practice."

Su Yuzhu's face was calm, as if this was a very normal thing.

After hearing this, Su Yumo's mouth twitched, and he wished he could scratch Su Yuzhu's face.

What is this? Is this even human language?

Why did she feel a strong sense of showing off and Versailles?

"Who wins and who loses in the end?"

an audience member asked curiously.