CHAPTER 1273: CHAPTER 248: UTTER DEFEAT, ACCEPTING THE CHALLENGE

Jiang Hanbi’s face was a bit stiff, and she looked deeply at Ji Yunya: "I didn’t expect Miss Ji to be so adept at chess, even Miss Yuan was defeated by you."

Yun Ya calmly replied: "It was just luck, also thanks to Miss Yuan for taking care of me, sorry to have made everyone laugh."

Everyone knew it was definitely not just luck, but Ji Yunya’s humble attitude still earned her a lot of goodwill, at least she was more likable than the arrogant Song Jinwen and Yuan Yi.

Anyway, they had no chance of marrying into the Yan Family. Ji Yunya would be the young lady of the Yan Family in the future, so forming a friendship with her was beneficial and harmless. Many socialites proactively struck up a conversation with Yun Ya, who was charming and eloquent, winning much favor.

Yuan Yi had no face to stay any longer, said she was feeling unwell, and left in disgrace.

Meanwhile, the banquet was lively, and before long Dongfang Yi returned. Song Jinwen was fine, having been accompanied to a nearby room to rest. Dongfang Yi learned that Ji Yunya had won against Yuan Yi in chess, and her smile deepened: "I didn’t expect Miss Ji to be so hidden and talented, you make us feel ashamed."

"Miss Dongfang, you’re joking, it was just luck." Yun Ya responded unassumingly.

Yi Peilan’s eyes twinkled: "Miss Dongfang’s calligraphy is superb, why not have a little match? Maybe Miss Ji will surprise us again?" Yi Peilan was here to stir the pot. If Ji Yunya won against Dongfang Yi, where would Dongfang Yi’s face go? Of course, if she lost, it didn’t matter, as Ji Yunya had already become famous today.

Dongfang Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, Yun Ya looked troubled: "This, perhaps it’s not appropriate...."

"Why? Is Miss Ji deliberately giving Miss Dongfang face? Miss Dongfang wouldn’t need that. Right, Miss Dongfang?" Yi Peilan said smiling.

Dongfang Yi smiled and turned to look at Ji Yunya: "What does Miss Ji think?"

"My calligraphy is not proficient, so let’s not." Yun Ya said.

Is it truly not proficient? Or giving Dongfang Yi face? Or is it disdain?

Most people thought it was the second option. How could Dongfang Yi swallow this? "Consider it an exchange, regardless of win or lose, Miss Ji, please give me this face."

Yun Ya said helplessly: "Alright then."

Two tables were set up, the tools for writing awaited. Dongfang Yi picked up the brush, focused entirely, and began to write with careful small script, neat and rigorous, showing skilled practice, worthy of praise, yet overpraised. Yun Ya had held expectations, glanced at it, then smiled and shook her head.

She picked up the brush, closed her eyes to compose herself for a moment, and immediately began to write. At this point, Dongfang Yi had already put down her brush, turned to glance at Yun Ya, and her gaze fell on the paper, with just one look, her pupils contracted.

The sun sets behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea, wishing to see a thousand miles, climb up another level.

Written in one flow, free and unrestrained, it somewhat resembled Wang Xizhi’s cursive script but with her own style added, extremely smooth and fluid, giving people a feeling of boldness and expansiveness. Especially the rich momentum revealed between the lines, hitting the face, leaving people awestruck.

Yun Ya finished the writing and placed the brush aside. Those who understood calligraphy remarked: "These characters are excellent, Miss Ji, have you practiced Wang Xizhi’s cursive script?"

"Practiced for a year or two, sorry to make everyone laugh."

"If this is laughable, how can we survive?"

"Yes, indeed, Miss Ji is so talented, we feel inferior."

Even those who didn’t understand calligraphy could see it was far better than Dongfang Yi’s. These people were overly praised, and now encountering true skill, their real form was exposed.

Dongfang Yi forced a smile: "I was showing off without enough skill."

Those who wanted to challenge now gave up the idea. Ji Yunya was truly incredible, excelling in everything.

Yi Peilan laughed: "Miss Ji, may I have this piece of calligraphy? I really like it."

"Just a piece of calligraphy, if Miss Yi likes it, please take it."

Yi Peilan happily accepted it, glancing at Yun Ya: "You, you’re here to make fools of us, aren’t you? I’m sure there’s nothing you can’t do."

Yun Ya felt a bit of fondness for Yi Peilan, though her words were always sharp, yet better than those who pretended to be kind but were sinister within.

Meng Junci gave a signal, and someone named Zhao Lan said: "It’s boring to compete with writing, why don’t we go to the stables for some fun? I heard there are a few new horses, all fine steeds rarely seen, why don’t we go take a look?"