My Aloof Lord Ex-Husband Begs for Remarriage
Chapter 205 - 206: Writing for Her

Chapter 205: Chapter 206: Writing for Her

Chu Nanli would carefully store the calligraphy he copied in his free time.

This time, Chu Nanli would surely ask him, wouldn’t she?

After all, he was her husband, and it was proper for him to write.

Ye Yunting’s gaze shifted to Chu Nanli, but she remained unmoved and did not even glance at him.

"Calligraphy also involves various script styles," someone said at that moment.

The speaker was a scholar who had come to participate in the imperial examination and was quite knowledgeable about calligraphy.

"The popular scripts of our time—running script, small regular script, semi-cursive script... Everyone excels in different styles. It all depends on which style the Princess Consort prefers?"

When Ye Yunting heard the first part of this statement, he frowned deeply, feeling that the scholar was being meddlesome.

But when he heard the latter half, his brows relaxed once more.

He excelled at running script, which was also the script style he often used.

Chu Nanli knew he was good at running script; she would certainly choose running script.

He turned his gaze to Chu Nanli again.

If only she would ask him for help, he would grant it.

Chu Nanli noticed Ye Yunting’s gaze.

Suddenly, she remembered that Ye Yunting was skilled at running script.

His look must mean he didn’t want to trouble her, she thought.

"I like semi-cursive script," Chu Nanli said after a moment’s thought.

Ye Yunting’s face instantly turned icy cold; he averted his eyes and stopped looking at Chu Nanli, his eyes brimming with anger.

"The semi-cursive script preferred by the Princess Consort is currently the most difficult to execute well. It must be neat and clear, yet it should flow as freely as clouds and water. It’s very hard to achieve," said the scholar hesitantly.

He had spoken out earlier with the intention of helping Chu Nanli by writing the couplet, showing off his skills in the process.

Yet, he hadn’t anticipated that the Princess Consort would choose the most difficult script.

"I wanted to present my humble effort and write the couplet for the Princess Consort, but I fear my learning is insufficient, and I cannot write semi-cursive well. Perhaps the Princess Consort can ask someone else," he said.

The scholar admitted his shortcomings with such an open demeanor that no one mocked him.

"Yes, the young friend is right. Even after ten years of practice, I’m still not proficient at semi-cursive script..."

"This script is very difficult to master..."

Everyone began to speak in support of the scholar.

Chu Nanli felt embarrassed; she had randomly chosen a style—how had she ended up picking the hardest one?

With no one daring to come forward to write, the situation became awkward.

Just as Chu Nanli was at a loss, wanting to change her request, Ye Jiuxiao spoke up indifferently.

"Does the Princess Consort need my help?"

Chu Nanli’s eyes brightened. If Ye Jiuxiao was willing to stand up, it must mean he was confident in his own script style.

"Then I must trouble you," she said.

When people saw Ye Jiuxiao take up the brush, they remembered that he was a master calligrapher himself.

Known as Mr. Mo Shi!

His writing was said to flow like moving clouds and flowing water, magnificent and grand, each character worth a thousand pieces of gold. For some unknown reason, he had retired his brush a year ago, and his fame had gently faded since then.

"Mr. Mo Shi will take action himself!"

"Hasn’t he retired his brush? Oh, I thought I would never see Mr. Mo Shi’s original work again..."

By this time, Mengmeng had prepared the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone and laid them out on the table.

Ye Jiuxiao stood up, his sleeves sweeping gracefully like flowing water, and quickly finished writing the couplet.

The vigorous, sprawling characters revealed their strength on the other side of the paper, filled with an unrestrained, wilful spirit.

His brushwork was powerful and imposing, yet unconstrained, revealing the freedom and fluidity of drifting clouds and flowing water in every movement.

It had the meticulousness of running script yet captured the essence of cursive script.

It was endlessly captivating.

"Good heavens, worthy indeed of Mr. Mo Shi! Magnificent!"

"To witness Mr. Mo Shi’s handwriting, I can die without regrets!"

Having seen Ye Jiuxiao’s writing, the calligraphy enthusiasts downstairs were ecstatic.

They hadn’t expected to see Mr. Mo Shi’s live writing performance while coming for a hotpot meal.

After returning, they would surely show off in their circles!

Chu Nanli hadn’t expected Ye Jiuxiao to have a secret identity as a master calligrapher.

She looked at the thoroughly dried characters, indeed pleasing and very soothing to watch.

"Thank you," Chu Nanli squinted her eyes and smiled, her eyes curving, lashes fluttering like little fans.

"It’s nothing." Ye Jiuxiao gently put down the brush, wiped his hands, and made a graceful exit.

Ye Yunting’s face had turned extremely ugly!

Especially when he saw Chu Nanli smiling at Ye Jiuxiao with curved eyes, his gaze turned icy cold to the extreme.

"Let’s go."

Ye Yunting left the scene with a dark face and flung sleeves.

Lin Fuying was somewhat stunned by his sudden action.

But she still followed.

On the way, the pressure around Ye Yunting was very low, and even after returning to the Prince Residence, his face had not softened much.

Seeing Ye Yunting’s continued dark expression, Lin Fuying’s heart trembled as well.

Could it be that he had discovered her targeting Chu Nanli?

Thinking of the people she had hired being taken away without any information, her heart grew even more anxious.

"Yunting brother, why are you unhappy?" Lin Fuying asked softly.

"It’s nothing," Ye Yunting replied indifferently.

"Really? If there’s anything making you unhappy, you should tell Yingying. Don’t frown; it’ll cause wrinkles," Lin Fuying said, showing understanding.

Ye Yunting’s face softened a bit.

If only Chu Nanli could be half as sensible as Yingying.

"Hmm," he answered lightly.

The two entered the yard one after the other.

Seeing that Ye Yunting’s face had improved a bit, Lin Fuying dared to show a wronged and cry-like expression.

"Yunting brother, Yingying lost face today, will you despise Yingying?"

"I won’t," Ye Yunting responded flatly.

"Wuwu... but today, the whole capital knows that Yingying’s dance is worse than a prostitute’s."

"No, if anyone dares to spread rumors, this prince will cut out their tongues," Ye Yunting said icily.

"But dancing is something Yingying has been proud of since childhood. My sister can be mad at Yingying, but she can’t change the music piece and make Yingying embarrass herself in public..."

Lin Fuying weepily approached Ye Yunting’s embrace.

"Now that Yingying’s reputation is ruined, sister surely won’t trouble Yingying anymore!"

Ye Yunting patted Lin Fuying’s shoulder, his face growing darker and darker.

"Chu Nanli!"

Upon mentioning Chu Nanli’s name, he gritted his teeth.

Thinking of all her reactions today, his face turned even blacker, like the bottom of a pot.

Chu Nanli had just returned to the Prince Residence at this moment and saw the two being affectionate. She had intended to take a detour.

But then Ye Yunting called out her name.

"Kneel down, apologize!"

Ye Yunting’s face darkened upon seeing Chu Nanli, his irritation growing even fiercer.

Chu Nanli’s good mood vanished in an instant.

Ye Yunting, this man, must have a problem, always demanding apologies at the drop of a hat.

"Why should I apologize?"

"If it weren’t for you changing the music piece, how could Yingying have danced incorrectly?" Ye Yunting said coldly.

She changed the music piece?

Chu Nanli laughed, "Ye Yunting, it’s bad enough that Lin Fuying is ignorant, are you illiterate too?"

"The piece itself is just like that, can’t you even check before accusing?"

"Failing to master your own skills, yet you insist on blaming others!"

"How dare you argue!"

Ye Yunting roared angrily, swung his fist, and directly shattered a nearby ornamental stone sculpture.

Stone fragments scattered everywhere with a loud clatter.