In the heart of Wei's primary residence, nestled amidst the serenity of the meticulously tended garden, Jiang Xicheng found a moment of stillness on a gracefully sculpted stone bench.
Beside him, Wei Ning Zhi, poised with the calligraphy brush, patiently imparted the lessons that Jiang Xicheng had regrettably missed earlier.
"We shall conclude this lesson for today," Wei Ning Zhi announced, gently placing the brush aside. She offered the meticulously inked pages to Jiang Xicheng, who, for the past hour, had been more entranced by the garden's lush beauty than the words flowing from her brush.
Jiang Xicheng quickly straightened his posture, acknowledging the gift of knowledge with gratitude as he accepted the freshly transcribed notes from Wei Ning Zhi's hand.
"Today was your cousin's wedding, young master Jiang Xicheng," Wei Ning Zhi remarked with a hint of concern. "You could have chosen to stay back there."