Jin Qianqian knew that saltpeter could be used to make ice, but they already had so much stored up. 'It's best if we just lay low for now.'
Gu Wenheng stood behind Jin Qianqian, watching the characters flow from her brush. "Your calligraphy is getting better and better."
"Of course. I've put in a lot of effort." 'Deep down, Jin Qianqian still held out hope. If she and her senior were to have a next life, it wouldn't hurt to have a few skills under her belt.'
Gu Wenheng glanced at the letters on the desk. "You still haven't replied to our sister-in-law's letter?"
Jin Qianqian replied, "I still haven't figured out how to respond. This has nothing to do with us, really. Why not just let them do whatever they want?"
