At the Qiong Pavilion.
It was the early stage of autumn and the day was getting cool. A breeze brushed by every now and then.
The fruit wine had been finished, and Chaoyan had been practising calligraphy these two days. She had been a very excellent calligrapher in her previous life, but even if that was the case, she still needed to do some practise for the examination for Saint College, which she considered as something extremely important.
Only by proving her own abilities would she be confident enough to stand by Zhou Huaijin's side.
When Qing served her the tea, she almost got shocked. Gu Chaoyan was dressed in a set of plain-colored blouses with her hair casually tied up and some sporadic hair hanging down. Then she saw the characters on the paper…
Those characters were very distinguished, totally different from those written by other elegant ladies. Gu Chaoyan's style of writing was sharp, wild and gave out an intimidating air.
