The next day, the afternoon, Jiang Ying Yue was helping Jiang Li grind ink at her place's study. The look of seriousness on her face was as serene as the one Jiang Li had as his brush glided clean and decisive strokes on the paper in front of him. Both of their attendants were also in the room, pretending they didn't exist to not ruin the extraordinary peace reigning between them.
Jiang Ying Yue took a glance at the strange words he had written.
'Hai Wang is a stiff two-faced scoundrel.'
'The Emperor is reported looking ugly this morning because he didn't manage to get a wink of sleep.'
'Imperial Concubine Shu's looks and conditions are as bad as the old dude.'
'A shop called Heavenly Scent Pavilion is recently closed down.'
'Rui Wang Fei is put into a month-long house arrest.'
'Rui Wang Fei only escaped death after saying she was maliciously framed and set up by her own mother.'