The next morning, before breakfast was even served, Shen Wei had already started grinding ink and practicing her calligraphy.
She hung Prince Yan's original manuscript of "Spring Banquet" on the wall and sat upright at her desk, practicing her handwriting by following Prince Yan's draft.
"You're quite diligent, Wei Wei," Prince Yan said, feeling a surge of pride upon seeing Shen Wei's hard work.
Shen Wei held the brush, her smile like a blooming flower as she replied, "Your Highness is a great teacher, and I don't want to be a bad student."
Prince Yan was deeply touched.
In a way, he was also Shen Wei's mentor. Being born into nobility, he had never been a teacher to anyone before, and this feeling was quite novel.
Shen Wei continued to focus on practicing her calligraphy.
With each stroke, her handwriting still looked crooked and uneven, causing Prince Yan to frown. He sat beside her, patiently guiding her until breakfast was served.
