Xu Qing busily clasped his hands and said, "This matter is naturally the work of Teacher, I will certainly not speak of it."
Mr. Feng: "..."
He then carefully probed, "Before coming, you didn't speak to Xie Wenyuan, right?"
"Time was urgent, there was no opportunity."
Xu Qing's reasoning was very sufficient, Feng Xun'an eased his mind and said, "You go see Qing'er, I will consider this matter."
"Understood." Xu Qing, fearing to further speak and agitate his father-in-law, earnestly retreated.
Following that, Feng Xun'an picked up the petition and continued to ponder, "This young man's literary skills are indeed formidable."
He couldn't help but feel somewhat melancholic, feeling that not a single word in the petition could be altered, leaving him no space for embellishment.
Poor Mr. Feng had to begrudgingly transcribe the petition again in the perfectly standard script and then destroyed the original.
