After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

But it is already very good to be able to copy something like this just by looking at it with your eyes. How many people have practiced calligraphy from famous calligraphers for their entire lives and still cannot learn to write even a little bit similarly?

Nian Susu found that he was looking at his own words and felt uncomfortable.

She pressed her hands upwards to cover her own words, and questioned him angrily, "Your Highness, you wouldn't take my kindness for granted. Instead of getting a word of thanks for helping me write the letter, you're mocking me for my poor handwriting, right?"

Qin Junyu chuckled and tapped her forehead. She covered her hand in pain, her eyes widening in anger.

"When did I laugh at your handwriting?"

"I just felt that it was somewhat similar to what I wrote, so I took a few more glances. I don't know who got guilty first and filed the complaint first."

He had a playful smile on his face, and if it weren't for his pale face, he wouldn't have looked like a seriously injured person.

Nian Susu felt that there was no need to write this letter. With his energetic and spirited state, he could clearly walk back to the East Palace on his own.

The fact that her handwriting was similar to his was not an accident, nor was it the result of temporary copying. Instead, she had practiced imitating his handwriting for a period of time in mid-December last year.

No matter how hard she practiced, she just couldn't imitate his handwriting. She didn't like practicing calligraphy in the first place, and now she hated it even more. So she didn't pick up a pen for a long time, until today when she had to write a letter for him. Looking at the thin gold script with beautiful patterns on the letter, she became determined to imitate his handwriting.

After being discovered by Qin Junyu, she felt ashamed of having her secrets exposed. She got angry and bit him back in an attempt to divert his attention.

In any case, she would not admit that she had secretly copied his calligraphy.

Seeing her depression, Qin Junyu was worried that he would make her angry if he played too much, so he quickly coaxed her in a soft voice: "If you want to learn, I can teach you when I recover from my injury."

Although Nian Susu didn't like practicing calligraphy, her eyes lit up when she heard him say he would teach her in person. She agreed without even thinking, "A gentleman's word is as good as a promise. Your Highness the Crown Prince cannot lie to a little girl like me."

"Ah."

Although he felt that the content was inappropriate, Qin Junyu did not ask for changes and let her do it.

His subordinates will understand what he means.

The two were just chatting and laughing when Qin Junyu's condition suddenly took a turn for the worse. He closed his eyes and fainted.

Nian Susu had no choice but to pretend to help him back to the bed. The first time was unfamiliar, the second time was familiar, and she had gained experience this time, so she didn't fall at every step.

Qin Junyu didn't let her take his pulse, so she could only guess that there was some toxin left in his body and he needed to rest and not waste too much energy.

You just talked for such a long time and then started writing, so it's normal that your body feels exhausted.

Nian Susu prepared another antidote and fed it to him. This time, she wiped his lips with a handkerchief while feeding him, so the bed and Qin Junyu's clothes were spared.

An hour later, Zhihua and Jingzhe returned happily with cakes from Ruixiangzhai, but were blocked outside the door by Nian Susu.

The two of them stared at each other, neither knowing why.

Zhihua spoke first: "Miss, do you want to eat more cakes from Ruixiangzhai?"

The young lady's mind always changes quickly. It is common for her to like something one second and dislike it the next. Now it has been more than an hour since the young lady asked her to buy the cakes from Ruixiangzhai. Maybe the young lady doesn't want to eat it anymore.

Jingzhe couldn't help but complain: "I think the cakes at Ruixiangzhai are no different, why are so many people scrambling to buy them? I had to wait in line in the cold wind for an hour."

Nian Susu couldn't help laughing, "I won't eat it anymore. Haven't you two been talking about wanting to eat it for a long time? Let's split it up."

If she hadn't heard Zhihua, that greedy cat, mention it several times, she would hardly have known that there was a newly opened pastry shop in Shengjing that was so popular.

Jingzhe swallowed when he heard this.

Zhihua glared at him and took the cakes a little further away. "You just said they were no different from other restaurants, but you are not allowed to eat them!"

"Why are you so stingy? I was just saying it casually..."

Jingzhe felt extremely regretful. He shouldn't have been so hasty in speaking and offended this young lady again.

He had been craving for the pastries all the way and wanted to taste what the exquisite pastries tasted like. He begged Zhihua several times to let him secretly have one, but Zhihua refused him sternly.

Now, he had ruined a ready-made opportunity with his own hands...

Zhihua ignored him and handed the pastries to Nian Susu. "Miss, I heard that Ruixiangzhai's pastries are not only beautiful and novel, but also fragrant, glutinous and delicious. Don't you really want to try them?" Her tone was full of regret.

Although Ruixiangzhai’s pastries are popular, they are not cheap. Ordinary people cannot afford them at all. Most of the cakes are bought by young ladies and young men.

As a result, a subtle spirit of comparison prevailed among the people. Whoever could afford to eat Ruixiangzhai's cakes was considered to have a noble status like the ladies and masters of wealthy families.

Zhihua also wanted to taste what the pastry tasted like, but she felt that the young lady was the eldest daughter of the prime minister's mansion and should taste it more.

Nian Susu shook his head.

She took out an envelope from her sleeve and handed it to Zhihua, "Send this letter to Li Qingyuan secretly, don't let anyone see it."

"Li Qingyuan?" Zhihua was both unfamiliar and familiar with this name. "Who are you sending the letter to, Miss?"

Zhihua had only heard that Li Qingyuan was the private residence of a certain important figure in Beijing, but no one knew what it looked like inside or who lived there.

Liqingyuan is a very mysterious place.

Nian Susu didn’t know what Li Qingyuan meant to Qin Junyu. Was it an unused private residence or a place where he hid secrets?

She didn't say anything, so Zhihua didn't ask any further.

Zhihua reluctantly gave the cakes from Ruixiangzhai to Jingzhe. She threatened him with gnashing teeth: "If I come back and find that you have eaten them all, then you are done for!"

Jingzhe made a face at her, then happily ran back to the backyard with his things, looking like he deserved a beating again.

After Jingzhe left, Nian Susu whispered a few words into Zhihua's ear. Zhihua nodded, put the letter in her arms and hurried out.

She didn't mean to hide it from Jingzhe, but this matter concerned Qin Junyu, and Jingzhe had never liked him, so it was better for these two enemies to avoid each other.

Zhihua kept it in her mind carefully, repeating the young lady's instructions over and over in her mind.

Li Qingyuan is located in a remote area, and few people walk on this street. Even the snow on the road has not been shoveled away. Zhihua couldn't help but wonder, is there really anyone living in Li Qingyuan?

The thick cotton shoes made a squeaking sound when stepping into the snow, which was particularly clear in the empty streets.

Zhihua walked to the heavy and tall gate of the house. Even the copper ring on the door was covered with dust, which showed that no one had been there for a long time.

The cold wind was blowing, making a whistling sound past my ears. Zeng Bo's figure seemed so insignificant in front of this tall house.

Zhihua felt inexplicably frightened and even thought of running away, but the letter in her arms was warm, so she gritted her teeth, knocked on the door, and beat a rhythm in her heart.

First clap four times, then three times, after a while clap five times, then four times, and finally one time.

After knocking on the door, Zhihua took a few steps back, feeling uneasy.

Who knows if this door will open? If it does, who will live inside?