Sang Zhi, dressed in a small gray robe, was bent over and frantically picking up sheets of Xuan paper from the ground.
Ye Qianning frowned. 'Why is this kid getting bullied so badly every time I see him?'
She looked down at a sheet of Xuan paper that had drifted to her feet and bent to pick it up. The characters on it were neat, filling the page completely. Ye Qianning couldn't read all the traditional characters, so she only got the general idea.
She then picked up another sheet. 'Huh, this one's different.'
"The nation's fortune," Zhan Chi remarked, picking up a sheet.
"He copied it?" Ye Qianning asked.
"Yes. To be able to copy out Beili's 'Great Unity' shows real patience. The calligraphy is powerful—it's clear the Eighth Prince has practiced a great deal," Zhan Chi said admiringly.
"What's the point of copying?" Ye Qianning said. 'Original insight is what's actually useful.'
