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Lady Weichi promptly agreed and, with the help of a maid, carefully attached the calligraphy of Yang Mengchen and Chu Dieyi to the wooden boards.

Upon seeing the writings of both, everyone present inhaled sharply, their eyes wide with shock.

Not to mention the content of the poems, just the sight of Yang Mengchen's running script flowing like water, or Chu Dieyi's wild and unrestrained cursive looping back on itself, could straighten the viewer's eyes and shake their soul.

Especially those with a slight understanding of calligraphy, who repeatedly expressed their amazement and admiration; it was a pity that Princess Chen had just mentioned women's work should not be circulated outside. Otherwise, they would have surely taken those pieces home to treasure.

Long Fengying seemed slightly better off, her eyes glittering with shock and annoyance, while the Ma sisters turned pale, filled with regret and fear.