A calligraphic masterpiece?
Chen Yi looked at the imperial edict in his hands, its dragon woven from golden threads, and nodded thoughtfully.
"Of course I have one."
"Even if I didn't, if His Majesty wanted one, as a subject of Great Wei, I ought to write one."
A soft, effeminate smile immediately appeared on Feng Erbao's face. "Then let me thank you in advance, Earl Wenhan."
"Certainly. Just give me a moment-"
The reigning emperor's rewards had arrived, just as Chen Yi had expected.
After all, throughout the dynasties, those accomplished in the Way of Calligraphy, Chess Dao, Painting Dao, or Way of the Qin generally received imperial rewards.
Some received official posts, some noble titles, and others simply gold, silver, and treasures.
That was usually how it went.
For Chen Yi, getting an easy noble title was already an excellent outcome.
It was better than being made to enter court as an official.
As for hereditary succession in perpetuity, an allotted estate, and the like, although he thought little of them, he would not openly refuse them either.
They were better than nothing.
They exchanged a few pleasantries.
Elder Master Xiao instructed the others to disperse, keeping only Chen Yi, Xiao Xuanshuo, Xiao Shen, and a few others.
Xiao Wan'er looked at Chen Yi. Seeing him nod, she smiled faintly and led the others back to the rear residence.
Once the hall had emptied,
the remaining men took their seats.
Elder Master Xiao had tea brought over, then looked at Feng Erbao and his companions beside him. "Eunuch Feng, you've traveled day and night. You must be tired. Why not rest here at the residence today?"
Feng Erbao's eyes swept over Chen Yi, and he nodded with a smile. "I'm still waiting to take Earl Wenhan's calligraphic masterpiece back