Forget it.
Ning Suxuan didn't want to reprimand her anymore.
Her gaze fell on the amber abacus in the young lady's arms.
"Are you here for me to assess?"
Ning Suxuan said calmly, "Have you thought it through? You only have two opportunities in total. If you are slow or make a mistake, you must go back."
She didn't look at Yu Tingwan, waiting for the ink on the Buddhist scriptures she was copying to dry. She placed them gently onto a thick pile of scriptures on the left side of the desk.
The paintings hanging on the wall, Yu Tingwan couldn't critique them, but the words were recognizable, all from the same hand.
Except the one directly ahead, which had two types of script.
One was strong and flowing, the other delicate and graceful.
The graceful script was identical to what Ning Suxuan had just written.
Yu Tingwan thought, the words and paintings on the wall were probably all done by Wei Fengxing.
"I have thought it through."
