Xiahou Ren said darkly, "I'll have someone send it over shortly."
He paused, reluctant to give the original to Zhao Hanzhang, so he said, "It represents years of my hard work. I'd like to keep something for memory. How about I make a copy for you first?"
"How could we trouble you, Uncle? Tinghan is skilled in drawing as well. Why not hand the manuscript to us, and we'll make copies instead," Zhao Hanzhang said with a smile. "Once the drawings are complete, I will return the original to you personally, Uncle."
Xiahou Ren wanted to argue further, but Zhao Ming squinted and said, "Zitai, could it be that you're unwilling to part with it, and want to back out?"
Xiahou Ren's face darkened. The reason he agreed then brought it up again was precisely out of fear they'd think this way. And indeed, they did think that, how petty! Was he truly such a person?
Xiahou Ren flicked his sleeves and called his follower, commanding on the spot, "Go fetch all my manuscripts from Yu State."
