Lu Ying calmly picked up the brush, ink, and paper: "Let's see if your handwriting has improved."
Shen Yunxi's small face flushed, and her breath quickened as her hand trembled slightly while holding the brush: "My handwriting is still the same as always. I humbly ask Your Highness for guidance."
As she spoke, she sweetly wrote her name on the paper.
Lu Ying glanced at her work.
Shen Yunxi and Shen Yinning were indeed cousins; their handwriting was equally atrocious.
Shen Yinning could be forgiven, but Shen Yunxi, as his Crown Princess Consort, having such unpresentable handwriting was an embarrassment to him.
He gripped the back of Shen Yunxi's hand: "I'll teach you."
Shen Yunxi froze for a moment, her gaze toward him growing even more adoring and reverent.
Under the desk.
Shen Yinning quietly listened to the conversation above.
So this was how Lu Ying treated a woman he liked: holding her hand and personally teaching her to write.
