The palace meals have nothing new, yet the Emperor still eats them, right?
Xia Ruqing thought carefully again, but still shook her head.
"No need!"
"This is enough!"
After speaking, Xia Ruqing got up and left.
Zi Yue found it difficult to say anything more.
Inside the chamber, Zhao Junyao was still writing.
It wasn't just one sheet, there must have been three by now.
He sat there, still writing, with focus and precision, stroke by stroke.
From being out of the zone at first, to gradually reaching a state of harmony.
His mind grew increasingly calm.
He didn't even notice when Xia Ruqing came in.
Finally, he filled a good ten pages before putting down his brush.
The handwriting on the paper was as usual, strong and vigorous, the power penetrating through, with spirited grace and style all embodied in it.
Xia Ruqing looked at it, unable to get enough.
"Your Majesty, your handwriting is truly beautiful!"
Zhao Junyao glanced at her and slightly curled his lips.
