Liu Rushuang smirked at the sound of everyone's uproar. In actuality, she could do everything. The only thing was, just how well could she perform? That, was what determined whether she was eligible to sit in her seat at all.
Liu Rushuang looked at the brush, ink, and paper on the table and walked over to them. She picked up the brush and started to freestyle.
Han Moze stood in the front with astonishment in his eyes when he saw her raise the brush and carefully pinch it. Liu Rushuang acted as though there was no one around her and took a deep breath. Her calligraphy skills did not fall too far behind from his own!
Today, his emotions were all over the place; not just once or twice for this woman. It seemed like the fortitude that he trained for so many years wasn't useful against this woman.
After a short while, Liu Rushuang finished her piece and two eunuchs raised the scroll up high for everyone to see.
