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After gently scraping the ink stone a few times to clean off the excess ink, Emperor Jingwen calmed down and made his first stroke.

It had been many years since Ye Shuo had his hand held and written for him. The last time was more than 30 years ago, when he was two or three years old and had just started learning to write in kindergarten. His parents took turns holding his hand and doing his homework for him.

There’s nothing we can do about it. This is how kids are when they first start school. Plus, his parents feel sorry for him, so they hold his hand and write for him.

And now, in a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

“Don’t be distracted. Pay attention.” Because he was writing, even though he noticed that his son was distracted, Emperor Jingwen did not do anything. He just reminded him in a deep voice.

Ye Shuo woke up immediately.

It must be said that his cheap father’s calligraphy is quite good. It ranks among the top five among the authentic works of emperors that Ye Shuo has seen in major museums in his previous life.

Emperor Jingwen’s calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, with sharp strokes. It seems that there is no problem in collecting and mounting it to pass it on to future generations.

Of course, the premise is that if there are really descendants…

Men are always particularly vain, especially when facing their wives and children. The feeling is completely different from facing their subordinates at work. Even the emperor is no exception.

But Ye Shuo was good at speaking directly and was never shy when praising others.

Facing his son’s gaze that was filled with admiration and amazement, Emperor Jingwen felt proud and couldn’t help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Before he could open his mouth to speak, Ye Shuo’s voice full of amazement came over.

“Father, you are so amazing.” The person standing in front of him was a living calligrapher. It would be great if the emperor’s calligraphy could also be sold for money. But even if it couldn’t, it didn’t stop Ye Shuo from exclaiming in amazement.

Good is good, and good should be praised. This is absolutely normal, but for others except Ye Shuo, it is harder than climbing to the sky.

Others were used to being reserved, so it was inevitable that they felt a little uncomfortable when they suddenly met someone like Ye Shuo.

Upon hearing this, the prince couldn’t help but retract his envious gaze.

When he was two or three years old, his father once held his hand and taught him to write, but after he learned it, his father stopped doing that.

Looking at his brother now, the prince thought about it and felt that he really could not do it or say it, so he thought about it and decided to give up.

The prince is a father of children now, but even if he doesn’t have any, he can’t bring himself to do this.