In the evening, Zhou Shuren returned holding a box. After changing out of his official attire, he didn't rest but signaled for Qing Xue to bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Zhulan had been watching Shuren busy. Only then did she speak, "What are you going to write?"
Zhou Shuren carefully opened the box, feeling its surface, and took out Wong Ju's insights and reflections. "This is the wealth left by the Old Master."
The essence of noble families indeed!
Zhulan's eyes widened a bit. "How did you get it?"
Zhou Shuren chuckled, "At first, I thought it was Wong Ju showing off. But then I realized that it was the Old Master who left a will. In this life, I've had no mentor to guide me. The Old Master could be considered my half-teacher."
Zhulan sighed, "The Old Master was indeed kind to you."
Zhou Shuren took out a notebook and caressed it, "In the future, I will also leave my insights and reflections."
"Hmm."
