Fan Wencheng looked left and right. Seeing no outsiders, he picked up a bundle from his horse’s saddle. Under Dorgon’s gaze, he opened it to reveal the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone inside.
"This is...?" Dorgon grew more confused.
Fan Wencheng dismounted, took a small wooden table from a guard, and set the writing implements upon it. Once finished, he bowed to Dorgon. "Please, Prince, write a memorial here."
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