"Of course father," Su Yao said with only the smallest tremor in her voice as she stood and bowed respectfully to her father. "Brother Wu, I'll have to trouble you," she said, turning to Wu Ling.
"For Sister Su Yao, it's no trouble at all," Wu Ling said, standing from his seat to say a few words to one of the attending servants. Moments later, as the puzzled guests watched, a small writing desk was brought to the center of the hall. Reaching into his cosmos sack, Wu Ling set out his best inkstone, brush, and a fine roll of parchment. "Sister Su Yao, the moment is yours," he said after ensuring that everything was ready for her demonstration.
"Calligraphy?" Fang Muchen said, frowning in surprise when he returned to his seat. "I'd expected a zither performance from a student of the Pure Virtue Musician's Hall."
