Xuanyuan Yonghao looked at her dazed appearance, his thin lips inadvertently curving into a smile.
His eyes were pitch-black, his face gentle and innocent,
"Can you write all these characters?"
His tone was indifferent, seemingly non-aggressive.
Upon hearing this, Su Yan said,
"I, I can't write most of them."
Her voice much softer, tinged with distress.
Xuanyuan Yonghao's gaze briefly lowered, masking the amusement in his eyes.
What kind of spy had his Eldest Brother sent him?
Full of holes, unable to hide anything, there was no need to investigate; she would expose herself in minutes.
He broke off a piece of the cake beside him, picked it up, and brought it to her lips,
"No need to rush, practice slowly."
Black eyes veiling the mockery within, he watched her eat bite by bite, his mood exceptionally good.
Three days passed in a blink.
In those three days, Su Yan practiced her calligraphy diligently, striving to forge a flawless booklet.
