The ten scholars heaved a sigh of relief.
Chu Heng sat beside Elder Zhong, speaking softly.
Yet, he did not entirely ignore the ten scholars.
The first to go and fetch the paper as instructed was a thirty-five-year-old man named Yan Zhenming.
Chu Heng had reviewed his background; he was not a local of the capital, passed the imperial examination at twenty-eight, and had been living in the capital for seven years. To this day, he made a living by writing articles. Although his family was only modestly wealthy, he had managed to support his wife and children in the capital through his own efforts. His abilities were quite impressive.
Elder Zhong, seeing his gaze fall on the group of people, smiled and asked, "Zi Qiu, have you chosen someone?"
"Mm, let's not rush. I'll choose whoever is capable." Chu Heng poured a cup of tea for Elder Zhong.
He then picked up his pen and began writing some regulations.
