Shen Ningning's beautiful eyes rippled with alarm. When she saw clearly that it was Mo Lingwei, she let out a sigh of relief.
"Ah... My scriptures." She quickly moved the ink and brush aside and used a handkerchief to blot the ink spill.
Fortunately, each scripture was copied onto a separate sheet. Shen Ningning had already finished quite a few, and the one she'd just ruined had only a few words on it.
Mo Lingwei hadn't expected his touch to frighten her so much.
He sat down beside her, his tone a little cold. "You were so engrossed in your copying that you didn't even notice me approach?"
Shen Ningning hummed in agreement. "If I'm going to copy them, I should give it my full attention. Is the Crown Prince finished with his work?"
She always called him "Crown Prince," which Mo Lingwei found particularly grating.
But he couldn't bring himself to ask her to call him 'Brother' again.
"Mostly. Didn't Qing Yuan tell you that you could start these prayer preparations tomorrow?"
