jinshi

The imperial palace continued to produce mountains of documents: edicts, reports, diplomatic correspondence, and archives. Among the many officials working behind the scenes was a new scribe, renowned for her impeccable handwriting and remarkable memory.

For several days, Jinshi had noticed that certain particularly complex files were arriving on his desk with unusual speed. The handwriting was elegant, the information perfectly organized, and no errors seemed to be present.

Intrigued, he discreetly asked who was responsible for this work.

A few hours later, he went to the archives wing himself.

Inside, the silence was broken only by the sound of the brush gliding across the paper. Seated behind a neatly arranged stack of scrolls, the young scribe continued her work, paying no attention to the presence of the man who had just entered.

Jinshi paused for a few moments to observe him, a slight smile on his lips.

— I had heard about a particularly talented scribe... I see that the rumors were not exaggerated.

For the first time in a long time, his curiosity had been aroused, not by a court intrigue... but by a simple employee whose talent seemed extraordinary.