"A Sword Intent Copybook?"
The Eastern Palace tutor unfolded the manuscript. The handwriting was Li Ping'an's.
The opening strokes were firm, the writing forceful.
The Eastern Palace tutor nodded slightly, seemingly approving of the handwriting, and spoke.
"Who gave this to Your Highness?"
"You probably don't know him, Master. He's a friend."
"I don't know him? Has Your Highness forgotten everything I told you?
"Do not casually delve into another person's Sword Intent Copybook. These things are like shoes.
"Only when you put them on do you know whether they fit. Someone else might find them perfectly comfortable, but on your feet, they could be too large or too small.
"Whose young master gave you this gift? Or was it some prince or noble?
"If Your Highness likes them, I have several Sword Intent Copybooks of this sort. I'll have someone fetch them for you right away.
"I wrote those many years ago. Thinking of them now, I really am rather ashamed.
"I plainly hadn't reached that realm, yet insisted on putting on scholarly airs.
"Still, they're worth studying carefully for Your Highness. They're all priceless treasures."
Recalling his callow youth, the Eastern Palace tutor could not help smiling.
He then instructed the eunuch at the door to fetch the Sword Manuals from his room.
Although he now found the Sword Manuals he had written back then somewhat laughable, that was only from his own perspective.
When it came to others, he still had some confidence.
"Come, let me have a look at this Sword Intent Copybook..."
Muttering to himself, the Eastern Palace tutor leafed through the Sword Intent Copybook.
He was not worried that it might be fake. Whoever had given the gift knew His Highness's identity and would naturally have been exceedingly cautious.
But how much genuine substance