On the white rice paper, only one character was written, "Yuan."
This character was grand and extraordinary, vigorous and forceful, dancing like dragons and phoenixes, and even more beautiful than the handwriting of calligraphers.
"Did you write this?"
"Uh-huh. This is my handwriting, the butler recognizes it."
"So your handwriting can actually serve as a pass now!" Feng Yueya exclaimed.
Taixu Zi grinned at her and said, "Didn't you know? Prince Ming Yuan's handwriting could fetch a high price if sold on the market."
Feng Yueya's eyes immediately sparkled with gold.
If she could get her hands on many of Yun Shangyuan's writings, did that mean she was going to strike it rich?
Yun Shangyuan leaned close to her ear and said teasingly, "My handwriting isn't worth much, but I myself am valuable. How about I offer myself to you?"
Feng Yueya's face turned red, and she pushed him away.
"Go away, who needs you?" Although she said this, her lips couldn't hide a hint of a smile.
