Emperor Zhao Qian was almost fifty years old and rarely stayed up late like this.
Or rather, he rarely listened to everyone speak freely in such high spirits.
At daybreak, Emperor Zhao Qian was still a little unsatisfied.
The day of his departure was getting closer and closer.
He asked, "Is my calligraphy valuable?"
Everyone looked at each other.
"It's valuable."
It was very valuable.
Which family wouldn't be proud of having something from the emperor?
Not to mention, calligraphy was considered as something precious to most people.
"Heng Yi."
"Yes."
"Make an invitation today and send it out. Say that tomorrow, I will be at your house and will be writing."
"..."
Heng Yi was surprised.
Heng Congshan was also surprised.
Emperor Zhao Qian was crazy about earning silver.
When Han Qiao heard this news, she immediately thought of doing business with Emperor Zhao Qian.