Jiang Wang did not look at those precious cultivation Secret Techniques, nor did he browse through the cultivation notes of this unparalleled genius, but simply browsed some articles written by Jiang Wuqi quietly.
The Eleventh Prince's thoughts on this country, on this world, and on life were all reflected in these articles.
Reading his writing felt like socializing with him.
He read for a long time, going through them one by one.
Feng Gu did not urge him, merely kept him company in silence.
After browsing through the articles for a while, Jiang Wang went on to Jiang Wuqi's calligraphy and paintings.
The roll of calligraphy placed at the top had evidently been written not long ago and had not yet been framed.
Jiang Wang unfolded it and saw an imposing and grand piece of calligraphy –
"Heaven does not abandon my Daqi, it births my Jiang Wuqi!"
The vigor and spirit shown in this calligraphy did not match the usual sickly demeanor of the Eleventh Prince.
