Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216: 215 Cold Palace Abandoned Concubine (13) Third Watch of the Night

The character of a person’s handwriting is impossible to conceal.

Not to mention, Ye Shaohua had no intention of hiding it.

Having experienced ancient times once before, she was renowned for her talent, and her own calligraphy was exceptionally good.

After years of refinement, it could be said that no literary giant in the Imperial City could match her when it came to the quality of their writing.

Yuwen Jing received the finest education from a young age and had put considerable effort into his calligraphy.

He was celebrated in the Imperial City, not daring to compete in other areas.

However, in front of Ye Shaohua, his writing seemed utterly insignificant.

Even he was instantly captivated by the three boldly and energetically written characters from Ye Shaohua.

They were unlike Qu Huashang’s meticulous and delicate script; they were more like a majestic dragon in flight, each character executed with a decisive stroke, vigorous and powerful, as if they were about to burst from the page in a burst of unrestrained energy.

These three characters did not belong to any script he was familiar with, and Yuwen Jing had never heard of such a style.

Placed beside Ye Shaohua’s characters, Qu Huashang’s writing, once praised by the literati of the Imperial City,

Truly seemed worlds apart.

Yuwen Jing held the paper in his hands and stood in front of the desk unable to recover his wits for a long time.

Today, for the second time, he felt the blush spread across his face.

He had just advised Ye Shaohua to press her handprint, thinking it might have been better if he had done so himself, wondering what she must think of his writing.

At this thought, a sense of defeat welled up within him.

And a desire to burn that piece of paper.

If it were not for the agreement written on that paper between him and Ye Shaohua, he would have truly wished to set it ablaze.

The eunuch steward didn’t dare to look directly, but he caught a glimpse of that paper from the corner of his eye.

Without making out the contents, he noticed the three large characters "Ye Shaohua," which left him momentarily stunned.

At the same time, he found it very odd.

When Ye Shaohua was still a Wangfei, she had never participated in any literary gatherings, and as time went on, those ladies from noble families stopped inviting her to their flower exhibitions and poetry meetings,

She also had never written in public.

Unlike Qu Huashang, whose literary talent was known to all.

The eunuch steward had also been fortunate enough to appreciate the writing of the Empress, with her fine and pleasing script.

Now, seeing the strength and character of Ye Shaohua’s writing, even if the Empress practiced for another ten years, she would likely struggle to match it.

Of course, these thoughts he dared not express.

It was just somewhat strange; he had not expected that the daughter of a military family, not only skilled in martial arts but also in writing, had clearly put in much effort.

Even someone with no knowledge of calligraphy could tell that such skill did not come overnight.

For the moment, Yuwen Jing had no mood for dealing with state affairs.

Instead, he took the paper and headed towards Yuehua Palace once more, only this time the gates of Yuehua Palace were closed.

This was the first time Yuwen Jing had been barred from entry.