Meng Qianqian listened to her cousin's words, but felt an inexplicable strangeness she couldn't quite put into words.
Would Lu Yuan really study Xun Yu's writings?
Lu Yuan was inseparable from his books, reading anything and everything. Even the storybooks bought for the Old Madam, which he criticized incessantly, he would still finish reading.
The world ridiculed him as a shallow ignoramus, but was that truly the case?
"Cousin, who copied this? The handwriting seems to carry more flair than Xun the Top Scholar's."
Yu Li admired the manuscript in his hands, the admiration on his face growing ever more pronounced.
"I don't know. It's always been in the study. Perhaps one of the Hanlin Officials copied it."
Meng Qianqian ultimately decided not to tell her cousin that it was Lu Yuan's handwriting while he was drunk.