"Ugh, stop bothering me, you're breaking my train of thought..." Jiang Ning bit her pen, deep in thought.
Huang Ying couldn't help but laugh and cry: "You are really taking it seriously."
Jiang Ning ignored her and carefully crafted her words and sentences.
After a while, a heartfelt letter was written.
"What do you think?" Jiang Ning showed it off to Huang Ying, "I've definitely captured the feelings of a lovelorn girl, eight or nine times out of ten."
Huang Ying waved her hand: "This slave doesn't dare to look again."
"What a waste not reading my excellent writing skills."
"Sigh, Master, please be more sensible." Huang Ying was helpless, "If you were writing to the Crown Prince, I could be happy for you. But this..."
"I would be crazy to write a letter to him."
"..."
Huang Ying was speechless.
Did she really understand that she was the Crown Prince's woman?
Huang Ying asked, "Master, are you sure that Mu Jian will reply?"