Qiankun Hall.
Fu Xingyi took the handkerchief from Eunuch Ping, preparing to wipe the ink off An Ning's face.
"I'll do it myself." An Ning stopped him.
Fu Xingyi's eyes flickered slightly.
An Ning shifted her body.
This position was ultimately uncomfortable for her.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Fu Xingyi's eyes as he slowly released her.
"Eunuch Ping, bring me a copper mirror." An Ning ordered.
"Yes." Eunuch Ping hurried away.
Thinking about how hard it was for the Emperor and Empress to be close, yet they seemed distant once more.
Eunuch Ping soon returned with the copper mirror.
An Ning faced the mirror, wiping her cheeks bit by bit.
Fu Xingyi was already sitting beside her, continuing to write with the brush.
He wasn't writing very well.
He was rather absent-minded.
After cleaning her cheeks, An Ning glanced at Fu Xingyi's crooked script and said, "If the Emperor doesn't want to practice writing, perhaps he could continue reviewing the memorials."
