She is Jianxiu

Chapter 1458: The Heart of a Child

Since it is a summons from our ancestors, there is no reason to keep our elders waiting.

Si Queyi rushed over from the Jiazi room and knelt down to pay his respects. The people in the room had only been waiting for a short while.

Upon seeing this, the man who had just spoken to Si Que Danyun excitedly called Si Queyi forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Grand Ancestor, this is the person I was talking about."

"Not bad, he looks like a good one," Si Que Dan Yun said softly, slowly examining the face of the person in front of him. With the eyesight of a fourth-rank scholar, he could see that the other party's cultivation was stable and that he had never used such methods to force growth.

Furthermore, Si Queyi has clear eyes and a calm demeanor. To be able to advance to the seventh rank at such a young age, one can imagine that his temperament is not too bad.

The Sique clan is at a critical juncture, and what it lacks is such a young genius. If this person is worthy of being cultivated, the clan may not be unable to give him a helping hand.

Si Queyi did not dare to respond, but listened silently to the conversation between the ancestor and the elders in the room. Knowing that this matter concerned his own future, he couldn't help but feel his heart pounding and his breathing slowed down with nervousness.

Whether she could get into the Gushe Academy or not was another matter. What she feared most was that her ancestor had sharp eyes and could see at a glance that there was someone else behind her. If he questioned her and gave her a good scolding, how could she hide it from a fourth-rank scholar?
Fortunately, Si Que Danyun was more pleased than worried and did not think about other things for the time being. He could not have guessed that there was a great figure comparable to a third-rank scholar hidden in his own mansion.

She waved her hand, instructing a servant to bring paper and pen. It seemed she didn't entirely believe the rumors about the clan's genius, but rather intended to test Si Queyi herself and see just how knowledgeable he was.

really!

Si Queyi took a deep breath, thinking to herself that Senior Zhao had predicted all of this correctly. Since she was not from the main family, unless she could demonstrate her true talents and abilities to impress the ancestor himself, the elders of the main family would definitely do everything they could to obstruct her.

At the same time, this is also the first step for her to make a name for herself in the family. If she wants to enter the academy, she cannot afford to fail today!

Si Queyi held her breath and silently recited a calming mantra that Zhao Chun had personally taught her. This mantra was profound and difficult to comprehend. Although it consisted of only eight characters, its effects were incredibly powerful. After reciting it once, her restless mind was immediately calmed down, with an effect even better than the best calming incense available on the market.

Even more so than the scriptures used by the Sique clan to calm their minds.

But the incantation only has eight characters. Senior Zhao said that with the methods of her world, she wouldn't even need to recite it; a single thought would be enough to suppress all distracting thoughts...

How amazing!
Si Queyi's expression remained unchanged. He exhaled a deep breath from his chest, then picked up the jade pen, paused for four or five breaths on the paper, and then began to write without hesitation. He wrote a hundred-character scripture in a smooth and unrestrained manner, without a single word being wrong or incorrect!
As she wrote the final lines, her ambition was ignited. Recalling Zhao Chun's teachings that one should strive to be the first upon entering the path, Si Queyi gritted her teeth and, as she wrote the last word, her heart suddenly felt open and filled with something she herself could hardly express.

Looking at the ink marks on the paper again, everything else was pretty much the same as usual, but only the last character "天" (heaven) made Si Queyi feel a sense of unease.

How could she not recognize whose handwriting style it was!
During those days, she was subtly influenced by Zhao Chun, and when she wrote the character "天" (tian, meaning sky/heaven), she unconsciously imitated her!
It should be noted that when Zhao Chun instructed her, she always first copied her teacher's handwriting to avoid others noticing anything amiss from the characters.

In his spare time, Zhao Chun, an outsider, would also show a strong interest in the writings of the sages. Sometimes he would casually pick up a few large characters to express his feelings directly. His characters were either unrestrained and bold or sharp and edgy. They were like mountains, rivers and seas, and the sky, leaving people in awe.

Si Queyi had never seen such writing before. Her intuition told her that Zhao Chun had no respect for the inscriptions left by the disciples of these sages. She was trying to understand something through the words that she could never comprehend.

But whatever that thing is, it should not be shown to anyone today.

Si Queyi's expression changed drastically. Holding the cold pen in her hand, she didn't know whether to pick it up or put it down. She could only stand frozen in front of the desk, not daring to move at all.

"This is……"

As Si Que Danyun looked at the first half of the scripture, she liked it more and more. She thought to herself that among the younger generation, Si Que Yi could easily rank in the top three just by writing this scripture. If she were to personally guide him for a year or two in the future, he would be more than qualified to be an outer student of the upper academy.

However, upon seeing the final character "天" (tian, meaning heaven/sky) at the end of the yellow paper, written with such vigorous strokes and soaring spirit, Si Que Dan Yun suddenly stood up, walked solemnly to the table, picked up the yellow paper with one hand, and carefully studied the final inscription.

She could certainly tell that the style of the characters was quite different from the writing style taught in the clan school, and that what was hidden within them far exceeded the seventh-rank merit of the Siqueyi.

"How did you write these characters?" Si Que Dan Yun remained silent for a long time before asking a seemingly random question. Everyone below was baffled, except for Si Que Yi, who was startled. He repeatedly recited the calming mantra before feigning confusion and replying, "I hope the Ancestor will forgive me. I really don't know. I just felt that when I wrote the characters, it was as if something had been added to my mind, and I couldn't help but do whatever I wanted."

She knelt down in fear, hiding her face as she did so, yet her mind remained clear as she silently murmured—

Yes, this is what Senior Zhao meant when he said that when one's mind is clear, one can do whatever one wants and not be bound by external things.

The philosophy of mind, the philosophy of mind, should be based on following one's true nature!

"Do as you please... Good! What a wonderful 'do as you please'!" Si Que Dan Yun seemed to have thought of something, and laughed three times in a row. He casually put down the yellow paper, stepped forward and personally helped the person on the ground up. "Good child, you have such awareness. The prosperity of my Si Que clan should be on your shoulders in the future."

Si Queyi was unaware that the "true" in the title of the third-rank Zhizhen Scholar actually refers to one's true heart. Starting from one's true heart, one perceives the outside world, enriches oneself, and understands one's inner self. This is what it means to "cultivate the true" and has the opportunity to advance to the third rank.

When Si Que Dan Yun reached this threshold, she was already over two hundred years old. Her original heart was turbid and dim. Unless a sage personally cleansed the literary tradition, she would have to spend decades or even hundreds of years to achieve inner clarity and return to her true nature.

The philosophy of mind is inherently contradictory. When one first begins learning, one must read, observe, and write extensively to broaden one's horizons, gain profound knowledge, and become an all-knowing and all-encompassing person. But once one has mastered learning, one realizes that all these aspirations ultimately require only a pure and clear childlike heart. Many people are born with this quality, but they never cherish it. When they grow old and want to recapture their former selves, how can they do so easily?
Si Que Dan Yun touched her cheek, her hand damp with cold water. She suddenly felt both amused and exasperated, and could only hold the Qilin's hand tightly, repeating, "I can't delay you any longer. I must start writing immediately and send you to the Upper Academy. Good child, don't be afraid, you are destined for this good fortune!"

Upon hearing this, Si Queyi was stunned by the gasps of surprise. She involuntarily turned her gaze to the paper. Among the hundred ordinary characters, the unique character "天" (tian, meaning heaven) seemed like a vast sky where one could spread one's wings.

At the same time, Zhao Chun also put pen to paper in the courtyard, writing the same character "天" (heaven), but not the script of the sage Danqiu, but the seal script of the Three Thousand Worlds.

Yuezhu sat beside him, staring curiously at the paper, and asked, "Senior Zhao, what kind of character is this?"

As Si Queyi's respect for Zhao Chun deepened, the maids followed suit and dared not act presumptuously in front of her. Instead, they kept calling her "Senior Zhao" all day long.

“It’s not a word,” Zhao Chun shook her head and laughed. Suddenly, she flicked her sleeve and the black and white characters on the paper turned into dust and disappeared completely in the wind. “Si Queyi’s side won’t make any mistakes. We can pack our things now and wait to go to the capital to study.”

We should also thank the fire set by the Suotu family, which made it so easy to push Si Queyi to the forefront.

Although this whole affair started because of her, if it ultimately benefits her, then Suotuhong's death will not have been in vain.

Once Si Queyi and the others received the news, the date for their arrival in the capital was set for next month. Si Que Danyun sent an urgent letter to the Gushe Academy, saying that even if it meant sacrificing their last bit of old affection, they had to get her into the inner quarters.

However, when going to Beijing for further studies becomes a necessity, the two extra spots for accompanying students may not meet everyone's expectations.

Of the four companions originally assigned to Si Queyi, only Zhao Chun was a temporary replacement. The others, including Yue Zhu, were all servants from collateral branches of the family. They were allowed to accompany Si Queyi to Lijing, but they were absolutely not allowed to take up the companion slots that belonged to the Si Que family.

"You mean, the Siqueyi is only willing to offer one spot?"

Before he could get a reply, Elder Chongwen glared at him, slammed his hand on the table, and roared, "You worthless wretch! You short-sighted coward! How can such an important matter be decided so lightly by a mere child? Does the Ancestor have anything to say?"

The newcomer shrank back, remaining motionless for a long time before finally speaking: "Our ancestor...she agreed..."

"what!"

Elder Chongwen's face turned pale, and he leaned back, breathing rapidly, saying, "Our ancestor is confused, so confused!"

All the geniuses who are able to study in Lijing have two remaining spots for companions, which, according to custom, should be chosen from within the clan. Si Queyi's reckless actions clearly indicate that he wants to seize the benefits and cut off his direct line of relatives' path to success!
"Hmph, she's naturally afraid that once he enters the academy, he'll be overshadowed by the geniuses brought by the clan. My son is a prodigy of Yujin. As long as he enters the academy, why should we be afraid of his future? Our ancestor's favoritism towards that Siqueyi is truly disheartening!"

Beside Elder Chongwen, a woman in fine clothes covered her face and wept, truly unwilling to accept it.