"Miss Yan, I've said it before, girls should copy the delicate and graceful small regular script of Wei Madam's hairpin flowers. Just look at what you've written. Is a young lady like you capable of capturing the essence of the Sage of Calligraphy's 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion'?"
Daohua looked at the red and swollen ruler marks on the back of her hand, her eyes turning cold as she indifferently gazed at Master Qin.
Master Qin furrowed his brows, irritated by her stare, and said harshly, "Miss Yan, I am tasked by Mr. Yan to instruct you. I understand that you are the County Magistrate's beloved daughter and your status is honorable, but here in this classroom, I am, after all, your teacher. Shouldn't you at least show me the minimum of respect?"
Daohua stood up with a 'swish', her voice cold, "Teacher? Do you think you deserve that title?"
"You..."
