Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1455 - 1444: The Lady Who Doesn’t Seek Status

"None know my autumn’s mood, hands behind I tap the eastern hedge. Lonely pride in this world, with whom to seclude, why the same bloom so late? Garden dew, courtyard frost, what a solitude, can the cold retreat bring longing? No need to say none in the world to converse, understanding speech, why not chat a while."

The crowd gathered around Duan Yinyin’s table, Madam Jiang slowly recited her poem, and after reading, sounds of marvel rose continuously, everyone was shocked.

"Indeed, one day not seen, and you deserve a fresh look, Lady Duan truly good in talent!" Madam Jiang praised.

Duan Yinyin slowly bowed, though her humble tone carried arrogance: "Lady, you overpraise me, it’s merely the good teachings of my teacher."

"No matter how good the teachings, without comprehension capability, such talent is feared impossible."

"Indeed, isn’t everybody here taught by famous teachers, yet outstanding are just a few."

Among the noble ladies, some blushed hearing this, yet it was truth indeed, they truly lacked skill to dispute, though they secretly thought, no wonder today Duan Yinyin dressed so ostentatiously, clearly to show off.

"Has Ye Qiu finished writing? I often hear cousin and sister praise you in the Marquis Mansion, surely better than mine?" Just as everyone surrounded her calligraphy and praised, Duan Yinyin suddenly spoke to Ye Qiu, drawing the attention of all ladies and nobles.

She lifted her lotus steps, with Zhang Yanjing’s disapproving gaze, and Ye Qiu’s indifferent look, she led everyone slowly forward, speaking with some contempt: "Ye Qiu sister, I’m here to seek advice."

The crowd could hear her provoking insinuation, but her family background and talent provided her with capital for arrogance, nobody spoke against her.

Someone closer to Ye Qiu came first, followed by another sound of admiration: "Good writing, good poetry, good!"

Repeating good thrice, it piqued everyone’s curiosity, how good was it? Could it be better than Duan Yinyin’s earlier?

Duan Yinyin’s face turned unfavorably as she walked over, not seeing the poem first but the calligraphy brought a darkened expression; she had to admit, this script indeed exceeded hers.

In the Marquis Mansion she thought cousin exaggerated, a fourteen-year-old orphan from the countryside, how good could her writing be? So, she didn’t verify it, unexpectedly her negligence led to a harsh face slap.

"Truly good writing!" Madam Jiang’s eyes brightened, she watched Ye Qiu’s table’s writing, initially thinking her brother-in-law’s script was unmatched in this dynasty, unexpectedly a lady could compare.

Moreover, the script had dragon-like brush strokes, truly free and easy, like flowing clouds and water, though Ye Qiu looked gentle and weak, one shouldn’t judge by appearance, from her script you could see her grand style, open-mindedness, surely a lady of remarkable bearing.

It was no wonder she used terms for men to describe Ye Qiu, she truly couldn’t think of other words.

"Not only is the writing good, the poem is very beautiful." Eldest Miss Jiang Rong also exclaimed with admiration.

She lightly opened her beautiful teeth, enunciating clearly: "I build my hut in the realm of men, yet no noise of carts and horses. Ask how you achieve this? Heart far away, place naturally aside. Plucking chrysanthemums by eastern hedge, leisurely see southern hill. Mountain air, day’s end beautiful, flying birds return together. Here there is true meaning, wanting to explain forget speech."

"Just hearing this poem, I can almost see the serene and leisurely scene of retreating to the hills, truly wonderful." Admired a noble lady.

Little Commandery Princess also nodded continuously: "Reading this poem, the capital’s bustling appears worthless and vulgar."

"Cousin, what surprises of yours do we still await?" Zhang Yanjing was fortunate and full of delight, looking at her.

However, Ye Qiu slowly shook her head and said: "Everyone is too modest, though I wrote the script, the poem is not mine, I borrowed it from someone else."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"Mr. Tao Yuanming."

"Who is this? Able to write such a grand work, how come there’s no word of him?"

Ye Qiu smiled explaining: "This Mr. Tao doesn’t love the mundane world, often secluded in mountain forests, traipsing rivers, I also met him once by chance."

"This Mr. Tao is truly noble."

Madam Jiang listened to Ye Qiu’s explanation and nodded further: "None of us know this Mr. Tao, without your mention, everyone merely thought this poem was yours, yet you abandoned false fame, declaring truth, truly earning my admiration."

Ye Qiu faintly glanced at Duan Yinyin and continued speaking: "I just don’t want to lie."

Duan Yinyin’s heart skipped, could Ye Qiu know something? Impossible, her poem although wasn’t hers, her master would never betray her.

"Ignoring poetry, just the script today ranks among the top three, anyone opposed?"

"No objections, shall we select several calligraphies and paintings, and send them to Mr. Lv Zhu for a judgment?"

Duan Yinyin watched with hatred, she prepared for so long wishing to gain fame in one strike, letting Fifth Cousin recognize who’s truly excellent, unexpectedly Ye Qiu cunningly used a master’s poetry.

Not speaking of the women’s side, across the waterside pavilion, the men heard incessant marvels grew impatient, could it be some astonishing work emerged among the women?

Zhang Yanwei was unruffled, even showing a proud expression on his face, arousing curiosity further, could it indeed be his cousin?

Everyone exchanged glances, then waited anxiously, after two hours, Madam Jiang sent ten pieces of calligraphy and paintings from there.

Talented men gathered, but with Mr. Lv Zhu present, everyone maintained decorum without crowding noisily.

"Good paintings, unexpected a woman excels in such danqing." This talented man judged not others but Zhang Yanjing’s work.

"From one of the capital’s dual beauties, Lady Zhang Yanjing’s hand, no wonder so excellent."

"And Eldest Miss Jiang’s poem is also superb, not only capturing the blooming beauty of the chrysanthemums but also alluding to one’s nobility; leaving us rather ashamed, seems we ought to read more upon return."

"Yet truly this piece combining calligraphy and painting is no doubt finer, the poem not only praises chrysanthemums’ lone proud stance but is also a self-assessment!"

While everyone discussed other calligraphies, Jian Yunchi was stunned by the writing he took first. He couldn’t fathom what lady could compose such a poem, write such calligraphy.

"Fifth Young Master, from Lady Jiang’s side said the calligraphy was by Miss Ye, though the poem borrowed from one Mr. Tao Yuanming," explained the servant softly.

Even knowing the truth, Jian Yunchi still admired the piece passionately, longing to meet Ye Qiu, converse on calligraphy, exchange insights.

He’d never imagined a lady’s calligraphy could be so unrestrained, could it be she too disliked worldly constraints?