The eunuch Wan rubbed his waist, watching helplessly as the box was snatched away by Jin Liuying.
"You must be careful with this; the Grand Prince Consort wrote it herself. If it's damaged, this old servant couldn't possibly afford to compensate."
Jin Liuying opened the box and, upon seeing the familiar handwriting, her eyes suddenly grew moist.
She choked up and said, "Yes, yes, this was written by my master herself. The lady scholar always said that my master's writing was the best she's ever seen among women, and only she could write in such elegant script. It's truly my master's handwriting..."
She carefully browsed through and softly read the words aloud.
Those delightful little stories began to emerge vividly in her mind, and the graceful handwriting seemed to come alive with joy.
After reading a few pages, Jin Liuying closed the box and said, "It seems my master is faring well, to be able to craft such stories."
