Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 1052: Ink Masterpiece

Qin Yi rubbed his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed. Saying he was handsome and graceful was accurate; saying he was exceedingly talented—well, that was actually true too. As a modern person, the knowledge he possessed was definitely richer than that of this world. However, asking him to leave behind a literary masterpiece—forget it.

He could turn a lion into a lion dog when drawing, and as for poems and songs, he simply couldn't write them. If Mo Wuji were here, he would surely manage.

Jin Die said, "Miss Ruyi doesn't like gold, silver, or jade; she only likes poetry and songs. Thus, whoever's literary work touches her heart can become the first honored guest. Young master, why not give it a try?"

"Uh…" Qin Yi forced a smile, "I'd rather not?"

"Doesn't the young master love beautiful women?"

"I do, I love my wife. When it comes to beauty, I fear no one can surpass her in this world."

Jin Die looked at Qin Yi in surprise, with a flash of disdain in her eyes. Qin Yi had been indulging freely in the pleasures of Ruyi Hall, yet he claimed to love his wife.

"I think Miss Ruyi, whether in appearance or talent, will not be inferior to your wife."

Jin Die spoke while moving over and picked up something resembling a tray, which contained brush, ink, and paper.

"Young master Qin, don't be modest. Why not leave behind a piece of your work? You might genuinely win Miss Ruyi's favor."

Qin Yi: "…"

Grass, why is this woman so stubborn? Hasn't she noticed that I've been refusing all along?

As Qin Yi walked along, he noticed many peony potted plants placed beside the corridor and casually asked, "Does Miss Ruyi like peonies?"

Jin Die was momentarily caught off guard, but then nodded, "Yes, Miss Ruyi believes peonies are noble and elegant, truly worthy as the king of flowers."

Qin Yi slightly curled his lips; he had an idea, "Alright then, I'll compose a poem with peonies as the theme."

As a modern individual, how could he not have seen the Three Hundred Tang Poems? Even if he couldn't remember them all, he could certainly recall a few, and in his mind, there happened to be one about peonies.

Qin Yi filled the brush with ink; regardless of how well the words were written, he struck an impressive pose. After all, he had seen Mo Wuji write before.

Qin Yi thought for a moment, then swiftly and decisively began writing.

"Finished, sorry for the laughter."

Jin Die was a bit dumbfounded, her face full of confusion.

Actually, she hadn't truly wanted Qin Yi's work; she simply intended to use his handwriting to explore Qin Yi's background. They had investigated this person thoroughly yet found nothing. Each different domain has unique scripts, which could help analyze Qin Yi's origins, but she was destined to be disappointed because Qin Yi's writing was truly… unbearable.

To be honest, it looked as if a dung beetle had crawled over; without careful deciphering, one couldn't even tell what the words were.

However, what shocked her was that although the handwriting was a mess, the poem was undeniably excellent.

Qin Yi looked at Jin Die, somewhat worried—could it be that she realized the poem wasn't originally his? It shouldn't be, as this poem is from Earth, and she couldn't possibly recognize it.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Jin Die snapped back to reality, hastily saying, "No problem, no problem. Young master Qin, please wait here. I'll present the poem to Miss Ruyi."

Qin Yi nodded slightly.

Jin Die walked into the loft, entering a room filled with peony fragrance, surrounded by light curtains.

At the low table in the center of the room, a woman dressed in white looked up from her book at Jin Die.

"Miss, this is the poem written by young master Qin. Please have a look," Jin Die handed over Qin Yi's poem.

The woman took it and glanced at it, her eyebrows furrowing instantly, showing disdain.

"Such a handsome person, yet the writing is indescribable."

Jin Die said, "I intended to analyze his origins through his handwriting, but…"

There was no need to say more; the woman across already understood. With that awful handwriting, no one could deduce anything.

Outside, Qin Yi extended his Divine Thought, clearly hearing their dialogue, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed, rubbing his nose.

So they intended to probe his background through his handwriting—how cunning.

However, the owner behind Ruyi Hall turned out to be this Miss Ruyi, which truly surprised him.

Inside the room, Jin Die bowed and said, "Miss, although the writing is ugly, the poem is excellent."

Ruyi carefully examined the poem and casually read aloud, "Before the courtyard, the peonies are charming without character; on the pool, the lotus is pure but lacking emotion; only the peony truly is a national treasure, blooming splendidly in Imperial City."

After reading, Ruyi was captivated.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Ruyi lifted her exquisite face, smiling lightly, "What a great poem, never have I seen such a masterpiece. Even those literary giants likely couldn't produce such fine work."

Jin Die was utterly shocked; it was the first time she saw Miss praise someone so highly.

Ruyi said, "Jin Die, go and invite him in."

"Miss, this person's cultivation is profound; I'll position people around for your safety before inviting him in. After all, we're in the Tianyue Empire, it's wise to be cautious.

Just didn't expect our painstakingly maintained Ruyi Hall to be ruined by him."

Ruyi smiled gently and said, "If we can exploit him to kill the Wind King, such losses are insignificant."

...

Half an hour later, Jin Die arranged everything, and this time came to invite Qin Yi.

"Congratulations, young master Qin! Miss Ruyi wants to see you."

Qin Yi smiled; he had heard their conversation clearly. Even without that poem, Miss Ruyi would meet him, as she intended to use him to kill the Wind King.

Qin Yi followed Jin Die to the loft and entered the room where Miss Ruyi was.

As Qin Yi looked at the woman before him, he was slightly stunned. Whether in poise or appearance, this Miss Ruyi didn't fall short compared to Yun Mengyao, and she carried an innate nobility, not at all resembling a brothel woman, rather more like a wealthy young lady.

"Young master Qin, please have a seat!" Ruyi gracefully greeted him, moving like a slender willow.

This woman belonged to the type of frail beauty, her every word and action could stir a man's protective instinct. Yet Qin Yi could discern that she wasn't weak at all; her cultivation had even reached the Nascent Soul Realm, showing she was younger than Yun Mengyao but possessed extraordinary talent.

"Earlier, Miss said you were as beautiful as a fairy, I didn't believe it. Now I believe, truly gorgeous, no wonder it attracted that young master Cheng to cause havoc in Ruyi Hall."

Qin Yi sat down and casually remarked.

"Young master Qin jests, I'm merely a humble brothel woman, how dare I aspire to someone like young master Cheng."

Ruyi also sat down at the opposite table, poured tea for Qin Yi, her sleeves tinted with fragrance.

Qin Yi chuckled, "Don't dare aspire to him, but dare to aspire to me, implying you believe I am less than young master Cheng?"

Ruyi's delicate face slightly froze, but she quickly masked it, her autumn-water-like eyes looking at Qin Yi, soft and pitiful, she spoke gently, "Young master Qin, don't misunderstand. It's simply because I'm less fortunate, only loving literature over gold and silver."

Qin Yi smiled, "I'm your first honored guest, I'd love to know, what benefits does being the first bring?"