As the most inconspicuous female scribe in the Hanlin Academy, Atan has two identities. On the surface, she is a retired social worker who writes files, works through qualifications, etc. Behind the scenes, she is a "Mr. Master" who is only known by her name but not her real person in the capital's literary circle - she specializes in revising examination essays for those idiots from aristocratic families. She charges a per-word fee, and every word is worth a fortune. She will never change anything she likes. Atan's principle is: only recognize money, not people; only change articles, not lose heart. Until she met Gu Jiusi. This talented man from a humble family, who was famous in the capital, wrote beautiful articles, but he was so poor that he couldn't even afford the minimum polishing fee she offered. He stood in front of her, his blue shirt washed white, but his eyes were brighter than stars: "Sir, I have no money. But I can clean the courtyard and repair the study for you until... It is paid off." Atan: "..." Thank you for the invitation. I am a copy editor, not the owner of a housekeeping company. But looking at his overly upright and beautiful face, she agreed by mistake. Later - Gu Jiusi's articles were filled with insights and meanings. Once they were written by her, they were like finishing touches, and every article was a model essay. Everyone in the capital sighed: Gu Jiusi's talent is rare to see in a hundred years! Only Gu Jiusi knew that without Atan, he would be nothing but an uncut jade. He wanted to share every ounce of his glory with her. When he was wearing the red robe of the number one scholar and riding a horse through the streets in a crowded alley, his eyes passed through the crowds and landed accurately on the little female historian at the entrance of the Hanlin Academy who was holding a roll of official documents and quietly looking at him. "A'tan, I'm here to pay the pen fee. It will take my whole life, is it enough?
