Chapter hundred and forty-five: Twist in fate?
That's a wrap! They had been writing calligraphy for a long time, a deep chill present in her bone that she couldn't help but ignore due to the adrenaline rush pushing through her bones came crashing down on her. She had written mammoth of calligraphy in the past and perhaps this was her biggest work, yet.
The roar of the crowd radiated from every corner of the hall; her adrenaline rising with every round of applause. Compared to Seo-yun's, her work was astonishing; astonishingly ugly. Providence blessed her with almost everything but her writing skill was lacking. Daejong had taken it upon himself to tutor her himself, he had, in their free time cajoled the royal master calligrapher to give out pointers, yet she never really captured the lessons.