As for those writing brushes, inks, papers, and inkstones, Bai Junjun and Li Wenli didn't feel much, but Bai Sasa and Xiao Yu were very happy.
They carried the blood of the Bai Family and had an innate passion for such scholarly pursuits, whereas Ah Dao and others, upon seeing the writing materials, were instantly reminded of
the times when they had to copy characters in order to eat, a trace of melancholy silently crossing their faces.
Upon arriving in the Imperial Capital, they couldn't help but wonder if they would have to repeat those old days.
That would be too miserable.
The Minister of Rites sent them writing materials; of all things, why these? This wasn't a thank-you gift; it was clearly something meant to punish them.
The Minister of Rites didn't notice the Seven-Person Team's woeful expressions behind him.
His visit was to give thanks, and also to fulfill the commission of an old friend.
Bai Junjun and Li Wenli tactfully led him to the Snow Garden.