"Miss, your writing is getting more and more beautiful!"
In Daohua Pavilion, Daohua sat in the study carefully tracing in red, while Wang Manman stood beside her, grinding ink and watching with a smile as her miss wrote.
She was no longer the ignorant little girl she had been; after following by her miss's side, she had learned quite a few things. Madam was worried that she wouldn't serve the miss well and had specifically asked Sister Ping Tong to teach her for a good while.
Moreover, when the miss had classes, she would take her along, and she too would listen in. Although she couldn't remember most of it, she was no longer completely illiterate.
Daohua smiled, "You can tell again?"
Wang Manman: "Although this servant can't write, I can still see. Oh right, Miss, the writing instruments the master sent are really good; even the ink is fragrant."
