"The second way is to break through the shackles of one's own thinking and create a new style of calligraphy, just like I did." Qin Shoucheng's gaze swept over the crowd. "However, studying the calligraphy of predecessors requires their authentic works. In the current Great Saint Dynasty, I am the only one who relies on the second way." His voice carried a tone of arrogance as he spoke. "Therefore, you are quite lucky to be able to copy my authentic works."
He had the capital to be arrogant. This was the fundamental reason why he could hold the position of Doctor at the Imperial College. Zheng script was a writing style he had created himself.
"Now, let's begin copying," he said, glancing at the students below. His eyes landed on Qin Wanyue.
At this moment, Qin Wanyue was grinding ink. Once finished, she smiled and handed the ink to Zeng Anmin. "Here you go, Quan Fu."
