Duan Rong's eyes shimmered with a certain fervor. He wasn't coveting the object before him, but rather admiring the immortality of the poetic spirit.
However, Zhu Zhengfu saw this and thought he had chosen the right gift.
After Zhu Zhengfu insisted multiple times, Duan Rong finally accepted the gift. He could see that Zhu Zhengfu was sincerely offering it.
The two had a few more drinks and chatted for a while before Zhu Zhengfu personally escorted Duan Rong to the door.
Watching Duan Rong leave with the box of poetry manuscripts, Zhu Zhengfu's eyes finally revealed a trace of pain. That singular poetry manuscript by Gao Qingqiu was also something he cherished. If it weren't for the ancestor's instruction to win Duan Rong over, he certainly wouldn't have been willing to part with it.
It's not that he's stingy; an ancestor's letter never wasted words, even a single mention was a big deal. If he didn't execute it well, he wouldn't be able to account for it when settled later.
