According to the traditions of the imperial palace, palace Servants and guards marry in the evening.
Thus, the next day, Bai Zhi'er did not forget to accompany Fu Xiru for a walk in the garden during the day.
Upon returning, Fu Xiru drank medicine and felt quite spirited.
"Zhi'er, help me grind the ink, I want to practice calligraphy," Fu Xiru said with a gentle smile.
"Of course!" Bai Zhi'er immediately busied herself.
Fu Xiru's calligraphy was grand and elegant, a clear sign of proper guidance.
After she finished writing, she called Bai Zhi'er to join her and went to the courtyard with a little shovel.
Bai Zhi'er watched Fu Xiru start digging under the tree and was somewhat surprised.
"Lady, you should rest, let me do it."
Fu Xiru's body hadn't recovered well enough for such laborious work.
Bai Zhi'er huffed and puffed as she dug up the soil, discovering a brocade box already buried inside.
Once opened, the box was filled with neatly stacked sheets of paper.
