Taiji Hall.
Emperor Qiwen was at his imperial desk in the outer hall, brush in hand, practicing his calligraphy. Baili Moqing stood below him, his expression calm and composed. The hall was silent, save for the rhythmic sound of the brush moving across the paper.
It was not until the Emperor finished, lifted his brush, and stood straight that the others in the room adjusted their postures. A look of satisfaction appeared on the Emperor’s face. "Seventh Lord, come here and take a look. What do you think of this calligraphy?"
Chapter 748