Xuemei didn't think much about it and hurriedly fetched the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. The Ru Kiln Green Inkstone splashed two drops of water on the ink slab, and then she started to grind the ink stick.
After everything was ready, she thought that the princess was going to write something, but she didn't expect that she would be the one to write, and she was given a reference to imitate.
She read the letter with a puzzled expression and immediately turned to Lin Jiaojiao, "Princess, is... is this the handwriting of Mrs. Shuang?"
Except for Mrs. Shuang, no one else could send a letter to Princess Duan.
"Yes."
Lin Jiaojiao nodded, and her beautiful fingertips tapped on the blank paper, "You try and see if you can imitate it."
Even if Xuemei were a fool, she would understand what the princess means. The princess planned to let her write letters on behalf of Mrs. Shuang, and her expression instantly became serious.
