"Don't do it! At such a critical time, don't stir up trouble!" Zhu Pang wondered if Gu Chengyu had squandered his family fortune to bribe those officials.
Gu Chengyu put down his brush and gave him a sideways glare, clearly annoyed. This man had surely forgotten the reason he came here again.
"Is this what you came to ask about?" He placed his hands in the copper basin to wash them and then returned to his desk, looking at the calligraphy he had practiced early that morning.
His handwriting seemed a bit more scattered than usual, yet it held a sharper edge. It appeared even he couldn't avoid being swayed; achieving a state of calm and collectedness still required more practice.
"I say, at this moment, you still have the mood to practice calligraphy?" Zhu Pang was truly impressed with Gu Chengyu, practically prostrating with admiration. The blade was hanging over their heads, yet this man seemed unperturbed.
