Lady Xiao Ma couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in her heart upon seeing Yueyao's expression. In her own girlhood, she had always been just a backdrop to her sister and she did not want her daughter to be reduced to someone else's side-role.
Lady Xiao Ma said, "Yueyao, you mentioned that you were copying from character scripts. I remember your mother has a copy of rubbings written in plum blossom calligraphy style, is that what you practiced from?"
Yueyao did not deny it. There was no need to, for Mother Lady Xiao Ma knew it was not strange since she had practiced her calligraphy from rubbings when she was younger.
