At the entrance of Huntian Academy, a blank scroll lay open.
A young man held a brush to the ground, his ink flowing like clouds, the characters slowly appearing on the paper.
After just a few characters, a look of surprise emerged among the crowd.
"Tang Xiao can write in two different styles?" asked Song Xi, who taught calligraphy at the academy, in amazement to Zhang Yin.
Zhang Yin shook his head, "This is my first time seeing it too."
In fact, he had seen it before.
This Crown Prince was quite shrewd; usually, the handwriting he used for academy assignments resembled that of the Second Miss Tang, but the articles he handed him were in the style he was writing now.
Watching for a while, he couldn't help but comment to Song Xi, "Tang Xiao's progress in calligraphy is remarkably rapid!"
Not only was the progress rapid, but more importantly, it had shed its initial austere aura.
