Shanyang Prefecture, an outer residence of the Xue Family.
Xue Bing stood before a desk, engrossed in his calligraphy.
With each stroke of his brush, large characters—sharp and full of vigor—appeared on the paper.
"This brush, made from tiger tail hair, is too aggressive. It doesn't align with the strategy of showing weakness to the enemy. Remember to swap this for a rabbit-hair brush next time."
Xue Bing looked at his own calligraphy with satisfaction, then shook his head and gave an order to the person beside him.
Then, after a moment's thought, he added, "Let Liu Chuanzhi in."
"Yes." The person beside him bowed in acknowledgment before silently retreating.
Once the man had left, the serious expression on Xue Bing's face vanished, replaced by the cynical, debauched look of a profligate son.
He then deliberately mussed up the tidy desk. Beneath a few books, he had even placed an erotic painting.
