Qiu Tang came to the table and domineeringly said, "Grind the ink."
Qin Yi: "..."
Damn, this woman is used to being the Empress, even for writing a character she wants him to grind the ink.
Though displeased, Qin Yi still diligently ground the ink for her.
Once the brush was saturated, taking out the xuan paper, Qiu Tang began writing directly.
Qin Yi watched from the side, his face full of surprise. This woman's memory is truly intimidating; with just one glance at Yun Baixuan's handwriting, she remembered it and could quickly mimic it.
Qiu Tang soon finished writing a letter.
"Look, how is it?"
Qin Yi took Yun Baixuan's handwriting for comparison and found that he could hardly tell it came from two different people's hands.
Qin Yi suspiciously looked at her, "You haven't been secretly mimicking the Second Prince's handwriting all along, have you?"
