She refused to marry.

Su Wanwan and Lu Huai'an spent a month together.

The agarwood has arrived, and its quality is even better than that of the imperial palace. The shopkeeper even forced her to accept a lot of good things.

She repeatedly declined, but the shopkeeper actually sent someone to deliver it to her door, so she stopped refusing.

She is now busy making sachets every day, and all the servants in the house who know how to use needles have been asked to come and help her.

Lu Huai'an met her once, but could only exchange a few words before having to go back to the backyard to busy himself.

It was finally finished before August.

The sachet was loaded onto the carriage and transported to the front of the Princess's residence. The gatekeeper heard this and went in to announce her arrival. She waited at the gate for a full hour before finally seeing Feng Chenjun's personal guards come out with their men and lead the carriage to the back gate.

"Miss Su, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," Jian Qingshan said.

"Lord Fengchen is busy with official duties, so it's only right that we wait." Su Wanwan wiped the sweat from her forehead.

We entered the East Garden.

Feng Chenjun is playing chess with the Grand Tutor at the Forget-Worry Pavilion, examining the endgame. They must have been playing for quite some time.

It turns out he deliberately left himself out in the cold.

Su Wanwan waited for another half an hour under the pavilion in the courtyard.

Her bottom was getting numb from sitting so long, and she was almost asleep on the stone table when she finally heard the two of them get up and walk out.

Su Wanwan hurriedly got up, straightened her skirt, and wiped the sweat from her face.

After Lord Fengchen saw the old man off and returned, another quarter of an hour had passed.

Her stomach was growling loudly with hunger.

After waiting for a long time without anyone arriving, she stepped forward and asked the guard, "Brother Guard, has Lord Fengchen gone out yet?"

Jian Qingshan, holding his sword, said, "My lord, we are currently dining with Her Highness the Eldest Princess."

Su Wanwan pursed her lips, swallowed her anger, and stepped aside.

She will never provoke Feng Chenjun again, no matter who she may provoke in the future.

Around 1:00 PM, Lord Fengchen finally stepped into the East Garden.

As he walked to the door, he turned to the side and made a gesture to his personal guard.

The guard beside her finally moved and gestured for her to proceed.

Su Wanwan finally stepped out of the pavilion, her back already soaked with sweat.

I feel lightheaded when I walk.

Upon entering the study, Xiao Xuanjing sat at his desk, staring at the folding paper in front of him, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. The sachets are ready, a total of 1,200. Here are the ingredients and quantities." Su Wanwan bowed and handed over the list.

Xiao Xuanjing didn't take it, but frowned slightly as he stared at the crumpled piece of paper.

Su Wanwan didn't dare to look up, staring at her toes, cursing him eight hundred times in her heart.

"Rewrite."

Su Wanwan looked up. "What is it that Your Majesty is dissatisfied with?"

Xiao Xuanjing pointed with his finger.

When Su Wanwan took the form back, she saw that the handwriting had already been stained with her sweat.

Xiao Xuanjing casually took out a blank folding book and handed it over.

Su Wanwan took it and sat back down.

The guard brought the ink to her small tea table.

Su Wanwan frowned, sighed, frowned, sighed.

She's not very good at writing characters from this dynasty.

"Miss Su should know the ingredients of the thousand sachets by heart." Xiao Xuanjing sat upright at the table and picked up his pen to write down his thoughts.

"May I ask my personal maid Chunhua to come in?" Su Wanwan asked, looking up.

Feng Chenjun frowned. "Did Miss Su delegate this task to someone else?"

Su Wanwan hurriedly waved her hand.

I gritted my teeth and wrote down all the ingredients in modern characters. After I finished writing, I blew on it.

Jian Qingshan watched from the side, scratching his head in frustration.

Su Wanwan handed the folding book to the guard beside her.

Jian Qingshan took it, walked to Xiao Xuanjing's table, and unfolded the folding paper.

Xiao Xuanjing looked up and saw the writing on the folded paper, his brows furrowing.

Although I couldn't understand it, I could still vaguely make out a few words and the ingredients.

Based on his understanding of Kyushu, there was no such script in Kyushu.

The master and servant exchanged a glance, then studied the handwriting.

Xiao Xuanjing closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Su Wanwan stepped forward, twirling her handkerchief. "Your Majesty, I've been lazy when I'm studying, so Chunhua usually does it for me. I can read it to you."

"You're so lazy, and nobody noticed?" Xiao Xuanjing's lips curled up slightly.

"I'm used to being spoiled, so I usually have Chunhua do things for me in private. The teacher just collects the monthly allowance and turns a blind eye." Su Wanwan pursed her lips.

Xiao Xuanjing rested his chin on his hands, leaned forward, and stared intently.

Su Wanwan shrank back. She had figured something out; the emperor was plotting against her, and the sound of it almost made her face hurt.

"His Majesty has been unwell recently, and his mother is worried about him every day. From now on, Miss Su will come every day to copy scriptures to pray for His Majesty's well-being."

"Firstly, to show respect to the Princess, and secondly, to offer guidance on Miss Su's calligraphy, as a way of thanking her for sending these sachets." Xiao Xuanjing smiled.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I am foolish and not good at writing..." Su Wanwan clenched her handkerchief.

She wouldn't be willing to copy scriptures, let alone go back and forth for about an hour.

Jian Qingshan retreated with his sword in his arms, unable to resist interjecting, "Miss Su, so many people in the capital want to ask the Lord for a single word of guidance but can't get it. Yet you, you're making excuses."

Su Wanwan bit her lip; she didn't want to see Feng Chenjun, much less enter the Princess's residence.

He cursed the master and servant pair eight hundred times in his heart.

"It's settled then," Xiao Xuanjing said, then lowered his head to review the folded documents.

Su Wanwan quietly slipped out.

It's just copying scriptures, right? You can just pick any one.

There are policies and measures to counter.

Back home, Su Wanwan went straight to Su Xian's room.

Right now, this guy is working out his arms in the yard.

"Su Xian! Come here!" Su Wanwan waved from under the porch.

"Sister Wan, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?" Su Xian put down the stone stool.

"I've found you a teacher to guide you in calligraphy!" Su Wanwan said, leaning closer.

"Just a teacher, I don't care!" Su Xian turned around to continue practicing his arm exercises.

"Hey..." Su Wanwan grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house. "This teacher is none other than Lord Fengchen!"

Su Xian's eyes widened. "Feng... Feng Chenjun??!!!"

She gripped her elder sister's hand tightly. "Lord Fengchen? The one who could compose poetry at seven, was well-versed in classics and history at twelve, and became famous throughout the court and the country at fifteen with his 'Strategy for Pacifying the Borders'?"

If I could receive his guidance, my whole life would be worthwhile.

"Ouch! You're hurting me!" Su Wanwan winced in pain; despite her slender figure, she was surprisingly strong.

"Sister Wan..." His voice was a little unsteady, "You...you're not lying to me, are you?"

"Why would I lie to you? I made over a thousand sachets and gave them to General Xiao's guards to earn this opportunity." Su Wanwan pinched her arm.

"Really!" Su Xian exclaimed with delight.

"Absolutely true!" Su Wanwan nodded.

Su Xian took a deep breath and straightened her back.

"However, if you go to ask him for advice alone, it will definitely arouse the jealousy of other scholars in the capital. Therefore, Lord Fengchen will have you copy a scripture every day and give him private guidance. I will deliver it to you at 7 p.m. Remember!!! You must not let anyone else know."

"Yes! Sister Wanwan, I will definitely not tell anyone!" Su Xian nodded emphatically.

She reached out and patted Su Xian's shoulder, speaking earnestly, "Good little brother, your sister didn't spoil you for nothing."

Su Xian's lips twitched; she suddenly felt that her older sister was a liar...