Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 881 - 883 Practicing Calligraphy (2)

Chapter 881: Chapter 883 Practicing Calligraphy (2)

"Dad, I know everything now, let’s go upstairs to talk!"

Cai Wei interrupted him and turned to head to the private room on the second floor. The first floor was crowded and bustling, and soon the shop assistants would start their shifts, it would be awful if someone recognized Nangong Yi.

Nangong Yi followed behind the father and daughter without any noticeable expression. He even glanced at Zhao Yun as he ascended the stairs, his eyes faintly warning her.

Zhao Yun lowered her head and chuckled bitterly. Even if he hadn’t warned her, she wouldn’t have spoken carelessly, let alone betray the Miss. However, she was still pleased that this man was so considerate towards the Miss!

In the private room upstairs, Mu Zhongqing repeated what Zhao Yun had just told him and added many details. After listening to Mu Zhongqing’s narrative, Nangong Yi directly brought up Lady Huo, who was close to Fei’er, saying, "This Lady Huo is suspicious. If it weren’t for her, Huan Qiu would never have disappeared without cause, and Fei’er’s abduction must be related to her."

Mu Zhongqing, with a pained expression, said, "I suspected as much too, but no one knows who this Lady Huo really is or where she comes from. People from Ying Tianfu have been investigating for days without uncovering anything. Now, Cao Jin is helping with the investigation!"

While they were discussing, Brother Parrot brought some information.

"Master, we’ve found the Second Miss!"

Cai Wei was overjoyed and quickly asked, "That’s great! Where is she now? Is she alright? Has she been bullied?"

Brother Parrot glanced at the young girl sitting at the table, her face flushed as she wrote, and said to the sky, "No worries, she’s at Duke Li Guo’s Mansion, doing very well..."

In fact, Fei’er was not doing well at all.

Mo Ziqi was standing behind her, holding her hand, teaching her how to write stroke by stroke.

They were very close, and when the man leaned over to hold her hand, their bodies inadvertently pressed together. Fei’er even heard his strong heartbeat and smelled a light scent of green bamboo on him, which made her blush profusely, like a ripe persimmon, her neck and ears also turning red.

"When lifting the brush like this, pause briefly, and it will look good!" Mo Ziqi held Fei’er’s hand and finished the last stroke.

"Mhm, got it!"

Fei’er obediently answered without looking up at him. She furrowed her brow, focusing on the tip of her cute nose, sitting stiffly on the chair, motionless.

Mo Ziqi looked at the stiff little girl, and a warm smile suddenly spread across his usually indifferent face.

Although he seldom engaged in trivial pursuits, ever since this little girl arrived, all his impulses to tease were triggered. Bullying her, playing jokes on her, watching her clumsy yet endearing demeanor brought great joy to his life. Just like now, he stood by her side, strictly overseeing her seated posture, resembling a little schoolgirl before her teacher—properly seated with both fists clenched on each side of her knees, and her back ramrod straight, a string of sweat pearls hanging on the tip of her cute nose...

"Write this ’永’ character a hundred more times. If it’s still not good, you can skip lunch!" Mo Ziqi said sternly.

"Ah?"

Fei’er finally raised her head, her face still flushed, showing a defeated expression, on the verge of collapse.

"What? Any objections?" Mo Ziqi’s expression grew even more severe.

"No... none!"

Fei’er shook her head slightly, shyly lowering it again, focusing on fiddling with the hem of her clothes.

This man was too strict, always punishing her, not at all as gentle as she had imagined. She was now considering whether she should... marry him in the future?