The legitimate daughter returns to the capital and embarks on a splendid life, tearing apart the fak

Yunxiu gave Yunjin a good show of her talents.

She spread out the Xuan paper, picked up her brush, and wrote a piece of calligraphy. Her handwriting was neat and elegant, showing considerable skill.

After finishing her writing, she looked at it with satisfaction, then picked up her paintbrush and sketched an orchid with just a few strokes, its posture elegant.

"Second sister, take a look. Do you find my calligraphy and painting acceptable?" Yunxiu put down her brush, a reserved smile on her face.

Yun Jin glanced at it and said lightly, "Sister is very talented, I admire her greatly."

Upon hearing this, Yunxiu felt even more smug.

She handed the pen to Yunjin: "Second sister, why don't you write a few words for me to see? Let's sisters have a friendly competition."

Yun Jin took the pen and casually wrote a few words. Her handwriting wasn't bad, but compared to Yun Xiu's deliberately practiced and elegant handwriting, it seemed quite ordinary.

Yunxiu leaned closer to take a look, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

As expected of someone from a small town, even their handwriting is poor.

Yun Jin picked up her paintbrush again and scribbled a few strokes to get it over with.

Seeing this, Yunxiu's worries completely vanished.

Next, Yunxiu began to ramble on about the interesting things that happened to her from childhood to adulthood.

Yun Jin listened patiently for over an hour until Chunxi appeared at the courtyard gate.

She then got up to say goodbye: "Sister, I didn't sleep well last night and I'm a little tired. I'll go back and rest first."

Yunxiu was getting tired of talking, so she smiled and saw her out.

After leaving Xuezhai, Chunxi approached and whispered, "Miss, I've found out!"

Yun Jin glanced at her and said, "Speak."

Chunxi whispered excitedly, "Liu Zhixue reported it to the authorities! I heard from the people at the tea stall that everything was stolen there, even the pots and pans were gone. The most amazing thing is..."

She lowered her voice even further, "I heard that Mr. Liu's hair was cut off, cut into a mess, like a dog chewed it."

Yun Jin feigned surprise: "You saw it?"

Chunxi shook her head: "I didn't see it. It was those two constables who said it when they came out. Everyone nearby heard it. They said that the lady must have offended someone, otherwise she wouldn't be so ruthless."

After saying that, she suddenly realized something and looked at Yun Jin in surprise: "Miss, how did you know something would happen over there?"

Yun Jin remained expressionless: "I just had a dream last night, a dream that there was a commotion over there, so I asked you to go and see. Who knew it would actually happen?"

Chunxi's eyes widened in surprise and admiration: "Miss, you're amazing! You can even dream about it! Is this what they call... a dream visitation in storybooks?"

Yun Jin suppressed a laugh and nodded seriously: "Probably."

Back at Qingshui Garden, Chu Wanqing saw her return and beckoned her to sit down. "Huajinge just delivered the clothes you ordered a few days ago. I picked out a red one for you. Wear this this afternoon to offer incense and kowtow to the ancestors."

Yun Jin took the clothes and looked at them. They were a bright red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), made of excellent material with exquisite embroidery.

She smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Mother."

Chu Wanqing looked at her, her eyes full of tenderness.

Yunheting returned before lunch.

His expression remained unchanged, and he didn't mention anything about what happened with Liu Zhixue. He only said to Chu Wanqing, "Madam, the clan elders will be coming to the manor for lunch. Tell the kitchen to prepare properly so as not to delay things this afternoon."

Chu Wanqing smiled and agreed, "Don't worry, Master, everything is arranged. Please keep them company for me and make sure to talk to them properly. Don't let it affect Jin'er's family recognition ceremony. I've made up my mind about this daughter."

Yun Heting agreed verbally, but he had other plans in mind.

He invited several clan elders to the reception room in the front yard.

After several rounds of tea, he sighed and began with a troubled expression: "Elders, I have invited you here today because there is a very difficult matter. My wife wants to adopt a goddaughter, open an ancestral hall, be included in the family genealogy, and change her surname to Yun. I have tried to dissuade her several times, but to no avail."

The elders exchanged glances, their expressions varying.

The Yun clan chief, seated at the head of the table, stroked his beard and asked slowly, "Adopted daughter? What's her background?"

Yun Heting hurriedly replied, "She's a cousin of my wife's family, surnamed Bai. She's an orphan who came to the capital seeking refuge. My wife took pity on her orphanage and wanted to take her in, hoping to provide her with someone to rely on."

"Both parents dead? Isn't that just a helpless orphan girl?" A middle-aged man with a pointed chin sneered. "I say, He Ting, your wife's idea is really... tsk tsk."

Another elder with a goatee stroked his beard, shaking his head and saying, "Recognizing a goddaughter is one thing, but to put her in the family genealogy? That's against the rules. Our Yun family genealogy isn't for just anyone!"

Clan Chief Yun nodded, his tone slow but firm: "He Ting, your wife's idea is indeed inappropriate. If she wants to be adopted, she can be adopted and raised in the household; why insist on registering her in the clan genealogy? Doesn't that disrupt the clan's rules?"

Yun Heting nodded repeatedly, feigning helplessness: "Third Uncle is right, that's what I advised too. But Wanqing is determined to do it her way, and there's nothing I can do."

A plump old man snorted, "No way? You're a man, the head of the household, and the Minister of Rites, yet you can't even control a woman? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Yun Heting said with a bitter face, "Fifth Uncle, you don't know, Wanqing has a stubborn personality. Once she makes up her mind, not even nine oxen can pull her back. I have no choice but to ask the elders of the clan to come and ask you to help persuade her."

The man with the pointed chin and monkey-like face spoke sarcastically, "What's there to advise? I think we should just reject it outright! What does a woman like her know about clan rules? Our Yun family genealogy is for the descendants of the Yun family to leave their names; how can we let an outsider tarnish it?"

The goatee-bearded elder stroked his beard, squinting as he said, "Besides, if we're going to adopt someone, we should adopt a son. Your Yunlang is so frail, a gust of wind could knock him over. Whether he can even support the family business in the future is another matter entirely. What use would an adopted daughter be?"

As soon as he said that, everyone else chimed in.

"That's right! If we're going to adopt someone, let's adopt a son. If we raise him, he can help Yunlang out."

"What use is a maidservant besides providing dowry?"

"He Ting, if your wife really wants a daughter, just raise her however you like. Why insist on putting her in the family genealogy? Isn't that just causing trouble for the clan?"

Hearing these words, Yun Heting felt secretly pleased, but his face showed increasing difficulty: "What the elders say makes sense, but Wanqing's side... sigh, we'll have to rely on you all later."

Grandpa Yun waved his hand: "Don't worry, when she gets here, we old folks will talk to her. No matter how stubborn she is, can she defy the clan rules?"

Yunheting finally felt half of the weight lifted from his heart.

The thought of "Bai Jin" becoming "Yun Jin" and constantly appearing before his eyes, even if it wasn't the child, still made him uneasy.

Now look what's happened! With these stubborn old fogies around, "white brocade" will never be able to turn into "cloud brocade"!