Su Zixuan's face still carried that expression of shock as she looked at Su Xuemin and said, "How can you prove that it's my handwriting? I've never written such an account book before."

Su Xue Ming looked at Su Zixuan, his eyes filled with disappointment and determination.

We sisters grew up together, so we know each other very well. "Su Xue Ming slowly picked up the account book on the ground, opened a page, and pointed at a single word:" Big sister has no patience to practice calligraphy since childhood, and refused to learn the hairpin little kai. We like Wang Yifeng's calligraphy a lot, but big sister still finds it tiring to learn such a cool and unrestrained calligraphy.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes as she looked at Su Zixuan and said, "Just like this, big sister likes to make a circle with her words. Father has been talking for a long time, but big sister feels that it's so simple and doesn't want to hear it. Whenever there is such a character in the future, everything goes smoothly."

"The handwriting can be imitated, but one cannot get used to it. Only then did I realize that it was my sister's handwriting."

After Su Xue Ming finished speaking, he stopped moving and just lowered his head. The spectators looked as if they were in pain and only she knew that from an angle that others couldn't see, he was giving Su Zixuan a vicious look.

Su Zixuan truly admired this little sister. The Su family knew that her habit was very easy to imitate, but since her handwriting was the same, then it could only be herself.

"What else do you have to say for yourself!" This account book had records from three years ago. Ma Ziming hadn't expected Su Zixuan to participate in it at such a young age, and the handwriting was no different from the ones she had found in her own room.

However, thinking of how she had shamelessly boasted in front of everyone, it was understandable. After all, a person would not suddenly become fierce.

"It's not my handwriting." Su Zixuan raised his head. Su Xuemin had said everything that needed to be said, so there was no longer a need for her to have that astonished expression.

"As you can see, this account book has been here for three years, but it looks old and the ink on it is quite new," Su Zixuan said as she looked at Ma Ziming, her eyes shining with confidence once again.

"Moreover, although this humble girl does not dare call everyone by their names, she does not think that her writing will have no progress within three years. However, these three years, the handwriting on this booklet is practically the same."

Su Zixuan opened the account book and continued, "Since sire can find things in my study and compare them with this, why haven't you seen the manuscripts I left behind in the past? If you compare the two, you will know that not only has your progress been rapid, it has also gradually changed."

"Especially after last winter, when this woman was nostalgic for luck and had a deeper understanding of the Wang Family's calligraphy skills, the matter that follows will be even more different than before."

After Su Zixuan finished speaking, he stopped. He watched as Su Xue Ming's face gradually turned pale white, almost unable to stand up straight. However, Su Zixuan only gave her a disdainful look, waiting for Ma Ziming to speak.

Ma Zi Ming was also puzzled. With such evidence laid out in front of him, he naturally wouldn't think too much about it. However, looking at Su Zixuan's expression, it seemed like there really was something more to this.

"I present, Liu Temple." Ma Ziming called out to Liu Yan, who was standing to one side like an invisible person, and even ordered someone to go to the side to get the manuscript of Su Zixuan that he had copied out from the Su family.

Logically speaking, such a thing shouldn't be done by Liu Yan. However, it would be a waste of time if he called over experts to take a look. Moreover, compared to the opinions of those people, he believed more in Liu Yan.

Liu Yan walked forward. Putting aside calligraphy, they were mainly focused on the changes that Su Zixuan's handwriting had undergone over the past three years.

After a long moment of silence, Liu Yan gave Su Zixuan a meaningful look before turning to Ma Ziming and said, "Sir Qiming, although the accounts are made of old paper, there are clear traces of them being old."

"There's also this Ink Scar. It should be from the Pine Blossom Ink that I just saw last year."

With these words, everyone was shocked. The account book should have been here for three years, but the ink and brush had only been here for a year.

"Alright." At this moment, he also felt that something was amiss.

As it happened, the servants had just brought over Su Zixuan's manuscripts, and Su Zixuan's manuscripts had always been arranged according to the year, so when they searched the house, they didn't mess around and still sent them out in an orderly fashion.

Seeing this, Ma Ziming walked down the stairs, followed by Fu Feihan and a few other officials who remembered his actions.

They carefully looked at these three years of handwriting. It had clearly changed from tender to mature, and just as she had said, her overall style was much more stable from the winter's arrival to her arrival in Jiangnan last year.

Everyone present was born after more than ten years of hard work and hard work. Even though they had built quite a large tree in a certain area, they still had the basic ability to appraise others.

"Lord, you can still read this. The words I wrote last winter are all different from the ones I wrote before." Su Zixuan said softly.

Earlier, when she had only heard Zheng Qingtai's words and hadn't yet reacted, she then recalled that Su Xuemin had written a letter right in front of her after their discord in her previous life. The words on the letter were exactly the same as hers.