Unfortunately, only the palace saint thought so.
The other relatives at the scene didn’t dare to say anything bad about Yun Qiao because of the palace saint’s majesty, but they couldn’t praise her in a way they didn’t mean.
What kind of messy words did their daughter write?
Or could they call them words?
Sigh, no eyes, really no eyes.
At this moment.
The Butler came out of the study, holding a small and exquisite scroll in his hand carefully. It was about the size of a book and a handkerchief.
When they got closer, everyone saw clearly that it was a set of characters.
The butler smiled and said, “Old Master, as you instructed, I brought the calligraphy that you kept in the cabinet in the study.”
Old Master Gong nodded. “If everyone wants to see it, let them have a look. After all, it is the filial piety of the interpreter.”
Everyone was a little interested when they heard that.
They saw a couplet on the scroll. The font was small regular script. It was elegant and neat --
