Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Chapter 515: Chapter 515: What Kind of Immortal Is Little Aunt?

Miss Qin is the heir of ancient clerical script?

The crowd collectively gasped.

What does this mean? It’s equivalent to saying she’s on the same level as an heir to the ”Zhangcao” of the great calligrapher Wang Xizhi, the ”Yan style” of Yan Zhenqing, or the ”Liu script” of Liu Gongquan.

This kind of transmission of calligraphic artistry isn’t simply learned from practicing calligraphy at some market institutions for a few days; it’s an extremely rigorous family heritage, where some brushstroke techniques are not easily revealed.

However, ancient clerical script has always been passed down through the Mu Family for generations. How has it come to this generation, where it’s been handed to an outsider?

Everyone was stunned and slightly incredulous.

Jun Ruyi refused to believe it at any cost, and found Qin Xin even more of an eyesore: ”Impossible, Mr. Mu would never hand over such a valuable legacy to an outsider.”

Master Mu Yun rolled his eyes: ”What outsider? Miss Qin is my junior master aunt. You’re the outsider here. You have no right to meddle in the affairs of the Mu Family.”

Jun Ruyi was momentarily speechless.

This old man is really not giving her any face.

It’s just a calligrapher’s family, yet they don’t even regard the President Mansion, have they forgotten his son still depends on the President Mansion for a living?

She glared angrily at Deputy Mu: ”Do you also acknowledge this Qin as some sort of heir?”

To her surprise, the usually respectful and honest Deputy Mu replied earnestly: ”Miss, since my father has proclaimed that Miss Qin is the heir to our Mu Family’s ancient clerical script, he must be correct. In terms of lineage, Miss Qin is my junior grandaunt, my elder. It’s inappropriate for you to just call her Qin. I believe even the president would not agree with your approach.”

Jun Ruyi was furious!

This damned servant not only failed to take her side but even brought up the president to suppress her, how ridiculous!

She gritted her teeth: ”I think your dad is just senile, completely mistaken. Just eight characters, and he’s determined someone’s identity? Your dad has never even met Qin Xin; otherwise, how come he didn’t recognize her as soon as she came in.”

Deputy Mu paused, and methodically responded: ”Junior grandaunt learned calligraphy alongside my great-grandfather, and my grandfather is her senior brother. It’s normal for my dad not to have met her. But my dad wouldn’t mistake her handwriting.”

Master Mu Yun, unable to listen any longer, rolled his eyes once again: ”Though I might not have the ability to write in the most authentic penmanship of ancient clerical script, I can still identify it. This vertical hook in little master aunt’s character ’He’ in Xinghe, apart from her, only my great-grandfather could write it in the entire world. Do you think it’s just an ordinary stroke? No, it’s a stroke of inspiration! When I worked on the cover for Mr. Xinghe, I practiced over two hundred vertical hooks yet couldn’t capture this spirit!”

The guests were taken aback, looking at Master Mu Yun with reverence, then shifting their adoration and careful gaze to Qin Xin.

Who exactly is this Miss Qin, truly Master Mu Yun’s... junior master aunt???

Only Nalan Ye Jue maintained a relatively calm expression, with a half-smile, raising his eyes to focus intently on Qin Xin’s slightly flushed face.

It seemed as if asking her to write just now was a spur-of-the-moment decision, definitely not a long-schemed plan to test her identity, nor intentionally exposing the well-hidden identity of this little woman.

Under everyone’s gaze, Qin Xin couldn’t help but want to cover her face again.

Ah, this old man who loves rolling his eyes is quite endearing.

To think he actually practiced two hundred characters to help write the cover for her.

She didn’t want to be too high-profile, to leave her handwriting as the heir of ancient clerical script on a novel cover to be spread everywhere, hence allowing her senior brother’s son to casually write something.

Who knew the old man would take it so seriously.