Greetings, Ninth Uncle

Ch.16 - Fake Injury

Cheng Yujin finished writing the word in one go. She was very satisfied, but out of restraint, she did not take the initiative to speak. However, Cheng Yujin waited for a while and found that Cheng Yuanjing was staring at something and didn't give her any response.

Cheng Yujin gave him a strange look and saw that Cheng Yuanjing was looking at her arm. She straightened the sleeve, but found nothing wrong.

"Ninth Uncle?"

Cheng Yuanjing withdrew his eyes and calmly moved his gaze back on the paper. Seeing him behave like this, Cheng Yujin felt like he was making a fuss. She carefully observed the man's expression, but could not find anything. Cheng Yujin gradually became nervous and asked in a low voice: "Ninth Uncle, how is it?"

Cheng Yuanjing glanced at her and said lightly: "For a woman, it's acceptable."

Cheng Yujin was extremely annoyed. If good says good, if bad says bad. What did he mean by 'acceptable for a woman'? Really looking down on her. Cheng Yujin raised her eyebrows and deliberately asked: "How is it compared with others?"

"Too differ from basic, too many unnecessary additions, the heart is not right, and the writing is distracted." Cheng Yuanjing gave his critics without a shred of politeness. Cheng Yujin narrowed her eyes. Although she was angry, she knew that the man was right. In order to gain fame, Cheng Yujin learned all the necessary skills for a boudoir girl, such as embroidery, or playing zither, she perfected it all. But in fact, her real favorite was calligraphy.

Calligraphy was also her best skill. However, as a daughter, she could excel in some aspects but has to suppress her ability in other things, such as calligraphy, or composing poems. Those should be the talent her younger brothers had, and she couldn't take that limelight from them.

Therefore, Cheng Yujin had never shown her calligraphy skills in front of outsiders. That day, when visiting the Old Master, she deliberately praised the calligraphy work she saw, thinking that it was the Old Master's prized collection and wanted to please him. She never expected it to be Cheng Yuanjing's work. Cheng Yujin was a little embarrassed. So when she picked up the brush today, she determined to let Cheng Yuanjing see how good was her writing.

However, because she paid too much attention to write beautifully, she fell on the basics.

Cheng Yujin was not convinced. She once again raised the brush and quickly wrote the word 'Jin' on the edge of the paper. Cheng Yujin put down her brush and looked up at Cheng Yuanjing stubbornly: "Ninth Uncle, how about now?"

Cheng Yuanjing was amused. This girl was stubborn and loathed to admit defeat. Her mind was clearly filled with schemes, yet she still put on a virtuous face.

But having said that, her writing was indeed notable.

Cheng Yuanjing's eyes fell back on her left hand. This time Cheng Yujin saw it. She followed his eyes down, and finally remembered that her left hand should still be injured.

Cheng Yujin immediately put her hand on the table and showed a strong, yet sensible smile: "Ninth Uncle, it's just a skin trauma. I'm alright."

With Cheng Yujin's character, Cheng Yuanjing couldn't trust the word 'alright' from her mouth. He paused for a while and asked: "The matter of last night has nothing to do with you. Why did you admit guilt and even hurt yourself?"

Cheng Yujin was shocked by this question. Immediately she laughed and looked at Cheng Yuanjing: "Ninth Uncle, what do you think?"

"The dispute between my father and my grandfather was caused by me. Although it is because of a long grudge that actually has nothing to do with me, but will my grandmother and my mother think so? I stood out yesterday, just blocked one whip. But if I didn't do anything, can ninth uncle guess what will happen to me?"