Who said the heir would die out? The concubine is pregnant again!

Yingzhu was focused on what she was doing and did not notice anyone approaching.

As a dark shadow slowly enveloped her from behind, her hand trembled, and she was terrified!

Startled, Yingzhu immediately turned around and saw Liang Yunqian standing with his hands behind his back.

He appeared exceptionally tall from his vantage point, and Yingzhu had to crane her neck to see his face clearly.

"Young Master? Why do you walk so silently? You startled me!"

"Afraid of ghosts knocking on the door? It's probably because you've done something wrong."

Liang Yunqian leaned closer and stood beside her, only then could he see that there were several lines of writing on the ground, but she hadn't dipped her brush in ink.

Why write with twigs and water instead of brush and ink?

Feeling guilty, Yingzhu waved her hands, trying to cover the words on the ground, but found it had little effect.

There were too many words; she couldn't possibly block them all.

Embarrassed, she forced a smile and said, "I saw that Your Highness's handwriting is very beautiful, so I thought I would try to imitate it and write a few characters. But I didn't dare to touch your paper and pen, so I practiced on the ground with a twig dipped in water."

"You were practicing calligraphy. I thought you were learning to draw talismans like a Taoist priest."

"..." How presumptuous his words were! But upon closer inspection of her own handwriting, she suddenly felt that Liang Yunqian had actually been kind enough to hold back.

"Your Highness is too kind. The talisman drawn by the Taoist priest is smoother than my handwriting. My handwriting is all crooked and looks just like a piece of firewood."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, and her drooping eyelashes betrayed her embarrassment.

She nervously twirled the branch in her hand, but Liang Yunqian pulled it away.

"If you're going to learn to write, you should use paper and pen; the feel of a twig and a pen are completely different."

"But I'm not very good at writing, I'm still learning. Your paper and ink are top-quality and too expensive. It would be a waste to use my ugly handwriting."

The words written on the ground with water will dry and disappear quickly. The few remaining words are crooked, but the strokes are correct, showing that she imitated them very carefully.

"Are you genuinely interested in learning, or is this just a passing fancy?"

"Of course I sincerely want to learn. In the past, I had to support my family and didn't have the time or opportunity. Now that I see how beautifully the young master writes, I admire him. I think if I could learn more characters and read books, I wouldn't have to trouble the young master to read to me."

Yingzhu's deer-like eyes were filled with sincerity. Liang Yunqian walked around her and came to the table to demonstrate the steps of grinding ink for her.

"If you're determined to learn, then lay a solid foundation. Learn with pen and paper, and standardize your handwriting habits. You should first learn the strokes. Once you've mastered the strokes, then you can recognize and write characters, which will make your learning much more efficient."

Liang Yunqian not only explained the techniques to her carefully, but also personally demonstrated the stroke techniques and tips.

Two sheets of paper were laid out on the table. The two stood on opposite sides. He wrote a stroke, and Yingzhu listened and observed attentively, imitating his strokes.

Comparing the two, Yingzhu couldn't help but feel disheartened. "The young master writes so smoothly, why does mine look like a centipede?"

Liang Yunqian told her to continue writing, and he observed her as she wrote.

"The form is right, but you are too nervous, which causes your hand to tremble when you put pen to paper, resulting in uneven ink marks and uneven brushstrokes."

She doesn't seem to grasp the concept just by being told the tricks of the trade.

So Liang Yunqian came up behind her, his large hand covering hers, manipulating her fingers, trying to make her truly feel the force when she put pen to paper.

"Pause slightly at the beginning of the stroke, lift lightly at the end, and make the strokes quick and even. Do not be too slow, otherwise the strokes will not be smooth and the ink will overflow."

He stood behind her, teaching her to write, hand in hand.

His arm half-encircled her, like a majestic mountain, enveloping her completely. It gave her a sense of security while also making her feel a touch of alluring warmth.

Yingzhu didn't even dare to move; if she moved even slightly, her back would bump against his broad chest.

She had tried her best to calm her thoughts and not dwell on it, but his voice echoed in her ears, and the scent of pine tea lingered in her nostrils, distracting her.

She subconsciously glanced at the man behind her, and saw his thin lips parting, his smooth jawline clear and handsome, and his voice gradually becoming ethereal.

Realizing she had been lost in thought, Yingzhu immediately looked away and continued watching him teach her how to write.

However, that warm breath still lingered on her ears and neck, disturbing her Dao heart.

Yingzhu unconsciously tilted her head, trying to get away from him.

Noticing her unusual behavior, Liang Yunqian slowly lowered his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Listen carefully and don't get distracted."

Yingzhu gave a soft "Mmm," indicating she was listening.

"Then why did you turn your head to dodge?"

When questioned, Yingzhu felt guilty and spoke in a barely audible voice.

"The prince's breath tickled my ear as he spoke, it was so uncomfortable."

Does he... have one?

Liang Yunqian carefully recalled the situation just now, and it seemed that he was indeed too close to her.

But that was just to make it easier for him to teach her; he wouldn't take advantage of the woman for that reason.

"I'm teaching you to write, but you're daydreaming? Since you're distracted, then don't bother learning."

"Hey---You have to learn!" Yingzhu grabbed his wrist and hurriedly stopped him.

"This servant knows her mistake and will never dare to be distracted again. She will listen attentively and trouble the young master to teach her son again!"

Her starry eyes blinked pitifully, and her pleading voice made Liang Yunqian's heart skip a beat.

He lowered his gaze and saw her slender, white fingers gripping his wrist tightly, refusing to let go, as if afraid he would leave.

After a moment of silence, Liang Yunqian ultimately did not leave and continued teaching her.

Yingzhu listened attentively, and Liang Yunqian released his grip, took two steps back, and let her practice on her own.

"Relax, don't use too much force, try again. You are the one controlling the pen, don't let the pen control you."

Yingzhu closed her eyes, cleared her mind, and recalled the techniques he had just taught her.

When she picked up her pen again, she was not as nervous as before. She relaxed as much as possible and wrote freely.

After practicing twenty times, Yingzhu finally got the hang of it!

She observed the changes in the characters before and after, and finally found her confidence. "Your Highness, do you think this one is written more beautifully?"

A joyful Yingzhu turned to look at him, her smile simple and sincere, her bright eyes shining like stars in the sky.

With her red lips and pearly teeth, her smile was as beautiful as a flower. Liang Yunqian's gaze remained fixed on her face for a long time.

Yingzhu felt inexplicably guilty under his gaze. "Does Your Highness still think my writing is not good enough?"

Hearing her voice, Liang Yunqian finally came to his senses.

He turned his gaze to the side, cleared his throat, and said, "You've improved."

He spoke in a flat tone, so much so that to Yingzhu, his words sounded more like a perfunctory response than praise.

"This servant will continue to work hard. Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness."

She continued practicing, learning only two strokes today: a horizontal stroke and a vertical stroke, which is the character "十" (ten).

In fact, Yingzhu was literate. Even without her father's company, her mother would teach her to read and write. However, life was difficult at that time, and they were worried about making a living, so they didn't have much time to practice.

On her first night with Liang Yunqian, Yingzhu said she couldn't read, just to find an excuse to make him read the Fire Avoidance Chart.

Everyone in the Prince's mansion said he had no interest in women, so Yingzhu had to resort to this special tactic to complete her mission.

She can write, but she's not qualified for calligraphy. Luckily, Liang Yunqian was willing to teach her, so she could take this opportunity to practice her handwriting.

After writing two pages of the character "十", Yingzhu asked him for guidance.

"Your brushstrokes are already quite good, but remember one thing: you are practicing large characters now, which is to help you see the changes and directions of the brushstrokes more clearly. When you write small characters, it will be different, and you will need to reduce the force when you finish writing."

Liang Yunqian told her about some details that needed to be modified and then personally demonstrated for her.

The faint scent of pomegranate emanating from her body floated in the air. He didn't have to get so close, but to smell that sweet fragrance, he quietly took a step and leaned against her shoulder.

The person in his arms was enveloped by his broad shoulders, his dark hair intertwined with her slightly curly hair, and the two of them were in an extremely intimate and alluring pose.

Yingzhu also noticed that he seemed to be too close, but she thought that Liang Yunqian was not very interested in women and that his closeness with her was only for the sake of having offspring. He shouldn't be deliberately getting close to her.

This was probably done to teach her to write, so that she would listen more attentively.

She shouldn't have let her imagination run wild, and she shouldn't have doubted his intentions, otherwise she would have been scolded by him again.

Yingzhu controlled her mind and carefully compared the characters. "Then this servant will write another page of small characters to get a feel for it."

She was about to pick up her pen again when suddenly she felt a tightness in her chest as he pulled her close!

"Shen Yingzhu, you seem to have forgotten the mission you were on."

Meeting his deep, bright gaze, Yingzhu suddenly realized that she had been so focused on practicing calligraphy that she had forgotten about the important matter of making love!

Coming to her senses, she put down her pen, her cheeks flushed.

"What the young master says is absolutely right. We shouldn't be learning to write the character '十' tonight; we should be learning to write the character '人' instead."