Having made up her mind like this, Xie Qianyun found the Imperial Palace interesting again.
She practiced for most of the afternoon.
"Your Majesty." Qiu Yin had to cautiously step forward to remind her.
"What is it?" Xie Qianyun wiped off her sweat.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she was in a very good mood.
"You haven't finished practicing your calligraphy yet..."
"...Oh my goodness!"
She completely forgot.
Xie Qianyun hurriedly followed Qiu Yin back to change clothes and sat down to start writing.
Having not practiced martial arts for many days, she seemed to have practiced rather fiercely this time, and now her hand was trembling while holding the brush.
"Your Majesty, your calligraphy..."
"Why don't you help me write it?"
"This servant dares not, this servant dares not." Qiu Yin was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground.
Xie Qianyun rolled her eyes, "Such a timid one."
Qiu Yin didn't dare to speak.
