Li Jing sat upright in the floral hall, his wrist held high.
As the tip of his brush glided across, each character, majestic like dragons and snakes, penetrated through the paper, deeply engraved onto the surface of the desk as if carved.
Wang Lietian couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.
"What magnificent calligraphy, my lord!"
"One can only imagine that those famous calligraphers are just like this. How did he ever achieve such skill?"
Time ticked away as Li Jing continued to review and approve several documents.
After what seemed a long while, just before the lamps were to be lit, Li Jing finally put down his brush and gently looked up.
Wang Lietian had been waiting for a long time and took this opportunity to step forward, smiling:
"My lord!"
"Did you need to see me?"
Li Jing wasn't surprised or rather, sometimes he did this on purpose.
