He sighed softly, waved his hand, and paper and ink appeared before him.
Then, the paper began to fill automatically with ink, meticulously noting the broad details of the conversation he had just had with the three men.
The ink dried quickly, but Ye Moquan did not immediately store it away.
Instead, the elderly man gazed at the paper for a long time before finally putting it away.
Other papers, similarly filled with recorded text, were gathered together with this one.
All of them contained notes of previous important conversations and information.
At present, this was the only method Ye Moquan could use to help himself avoid forgetfulness.
Yet, as he looked at those manuscripts, a complex expression crossed his face, and he remained silent for a long time.
Not far from the guest house, the servants within Prince Zhao's Mansion all spoke in hushed tones.
The Prince was in seclusion, and no one in the mansion dared to disturb him.
