Chapter 72: Cruel Prince 21

Afterward, Tang Wan walked toward the desk.

Feng Qitong personally spread out the paper and ground the ink for her, instantly making Tang Wan even more nervous.

She quickly called out internally:

“Little Cutie, is there any way to make my handwriting identical to Tang Wan’s?”

Hearing this, the little cutie immediately replied:

“Host, no! And we may enter many ancient worlds in the future. I strongly recommend you start practicing calligraphy from this world onward. Otherwise, if your identity gets exposed someday, things will become troublesome.”

It wasn’t one of those cheat systems that could instantly grant every skill.

Everything the host mastered had to be learned personally within the mission worlds.

Only knowledge earned through actual learning truly belonged to the host.

Tang Wan’s hand holding the brush trembled slightly.

At this point, she could only hope Tang Wan rarely participated personally in poetry gatherings before, and that Feng Qitong had never carefully seen her writing.

After calming herself, she began slowly writing the prescription stroke by stroke while trying her best to imitate traditional ancient calligraphy.

At the same time, she secretly observed Feng Qitong’s expression.

Seeing no visible reaction on his face, Tang Wan finally relaxed slightly.

After finishing one prescription, she added:

“I also know several herbal tea recipes that help dispel cold and relieve internal heat. I’ll write those down for Seventh Brother as well.”

“Good! Excellent!” the Seventh Prince praised happily while looking at the prescription in his hands.

No wonder Father Emperor had praised Tang Wan so highly before.

This sister-in-law truly was a treasure.

The ingredients in these herbal tea recipes were all inexpensive medicinal herbs worth only a few copper coins total, making them cheap and practical. If distributed among border troops, many soldiers would suffer far less from illness and old injuries.

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At that moment, Feng Qitong quietly watched Tang Wan as she held the brush.

Then his gaze gradually settled deeply onto her handwriting.

Ever since the night Tang Wan had been drugged, he had already ordered people to investigate everything about her.

Naturally, that investigation included poems she previously wrote and samples of her calligraphy.

People often said handwriting reflected a person’s character.

The writing Tang Wan produced now appeared somewhat similar to what he had seen before—

but Feng Qitong had been trained in calligraphy since childhood. How could he fail to notice the differences?

The handwriting he saw in the past had been the graceful and delicate style commonly favored by noble ladies.

It was decent enough.

But now?

Although Tang Wan’s brush technique itself contained no obvious mistakes, the pressure and movement behind each stroke were clearly different.

The overall feeling of the writing differed greatly from before.

Feng Qitong already knew the poems Tang Wan submitted during poetry gatherings had likely been ghostwritten.

But with Elder Tang’s strict standards, her usual calligraphy definitely could not have been.

His eyes settled on Tang Wan’s fair face as she concentrated seriously on writing.

After a moment, Feng Qitong suddenly smiled.

“Ai Consort’s handwriting is as adorable as you are.”

The moment he said that, Tang Wan’s heart instantly tightened.

Still, she forced herself to smile calmly.

“Your Highness is joking.”

The Seventh Prince also glanced at the prescription before laughing.

“What Imperial Brother says is true. Sister-in-law’s writing really does look delicate and charming.”

Only then did Tang Wan secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

After blowing lightly on the ink to dry it, she handed the completed prescriptions to the Seventh Prince.

“Done.”

The Seventh Prince accepted them as though receiving priceless treasure.

“Thank you, Sister-in-law!”

“You’re welcome,” Tang Wan replied with a light smile.

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At that moment, Feng Qitong suddenly asked:

“When does Seventh Brother plan to return? How long will you remain in the capital?”

The Seventh Prince carefully tucked the prescriptions into his inner robe before replying:

“After I return to the palace to greet Father Emperor and Mother Empress, I’ll head back immediately.”

“For the past two years, Zhao Kingdom has been constantly testing our borders. If I remain away too long, I’m afraid something may happen.”

Then he suddenly slapped his forehead.

“Look at my memory! I nearly forgot to present the wedding gift I brought for Imperial Brother and Sister-in-law!”

As he spoke, he pulled out a small box from inside his robes.