With these thoughts, Little Wu relaxed again and hurriedly left the Imperial Palace.

Inside the palace.

A few Imperial Guards stood respectfully at the side.

An Ning, as usual, sat beside Fu Xingyi, helping him organize the memorials, while Xiao Luming sat properly beside them, accompanying the review.

Old Ping was on the side, serving tea, pouring water, and preparing pastries.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Old Ping felt that since the Emperor returned from Mobei, he had changed significantly, treating him with much more politeness, which made him feel both flattered and fearful.

Serving an emperor is like serving a tiger; such a sudden change is impossible to discern whether it’s blessed or cursed.

Fortunately, it seemed that the relationship between the Emperor and the Empress had improved significantly after their return.

At least the Empress was always by the Emperor’s side when he handled official duties.

Despite the fact that it’s been more than half a month since the Emperor and Empress returned to the palace, they haven’t shared a room.

Could it be that the Emperor is still seriously injured and unable to perform marital duties?!

In any case, Old Ping was convinced that the feelings between the Emperor and Empress were better than ever before.

The morning passed.

An Ning, Fu Xingyi, and Xiao Luming were all somewhat tired.

Taking a break halfway through.

Xiao Luming, being young, was still a bit restless after sitting for too long, so he got up and walked around the palace.

"Would you like to walk around too?" Fu Xingyi asked An Ning.

"What about you?" An Ning asked him.

She could see Fu Xingyi’s fatigue over this period.

After all, he is now the ’monarch of a nation’, every action and word concerns the whole country; he has to quickly adapt to this identity and take on his responsibilities.

An Ning also heard from Old Ping that every time she and Luming left, Fu Xingyi would stay up late reading letters, sleeping no more than two hours a day.

"I want to take this opportunity to practice calligraphy." Fu Xingyi suddenly said.

An Ning was surprised.

"My handwriting is too ugly, really unworthy of any serious presentation." Fu Xingyi mocked himself.

The first time he picked up a brush, his hands were trembling.

The characters he wrote were unsightly.

Currently, he was always relying on Luming to write for him.

"I’ll teach you." An Ning volunteered.

"Really?" Fu Xingyi raised his eyebrows at An Ning, obviously doubtful.

Since they both came from the apocalypse, not to mention calligraphy, they hadn’t written much even with a pen; could she really be his teacher?

An Ning saw Fu Xingyi’s disbelief, "I came much earlier than you. Now the survival skills here, I’m proficient in them."

"Are you?" Fu Xingyi smiled.

His smile was very gentle.

"Of course." An Ning said confidently.

She asked Old Ping to bring over some Xuan paper, then picked up the brush beside her, ready to write on the Xuan paper.

At the moment she lowered the brush.

Her eyes suddenly moved slightly.

Her hand also trembled a bit at that moment.

"What’s wrong?" Fu Xingyi clearly noticed An Ning’s abnormality.

An Ning came back to her senses.

Slowly shook her head.

She said, "First I’ll teach you to write your name."

"Alright." Fu Xingyi agreed promptly.

Then he attentively watched An Ning as she wrote.

The strong and vigorous calligraphy characters gradually shone on the Xuan paper.

"Xiao Jinxing" - these three words thus presented themselves before them.

Fu Xingyi gently pressed his lips together.

An Ning put down the brush, saying, "This is your name."

Fu Xingyi understood what An Ning meant.

Now, his identity is "Xiao Jinxing."

He nodded, "Then I’ll give it a try."

Fu Xingyi picked up the brush, his hand still slightly trembling.

After several attempts, the characters he wrote looked like they’d been gnawed on by dogs.

Of course, Fu Xingyi wasn’t to blame.

She also spent a long time learning before she could write good calligraphy.

Before she could write "Xiao Jinxing" properly.

"Don’t move, I’ll teach you." An Ning really couldn’t bear to watch any further; she guided Fu Xingyi’s hand, teaching him stroke by stroke.

Fu Xingyi’s eyes moved slightly.

An Ning leaned her whole body against his back; they were so close that he could feel her breath, warm and indistinctly at his ear.

He always thought that after An Ning’s clear rejection that night, she would keep more distance from him, and he might not even see An Ning for a long time, but he never expected that the next day An Ning actively came to Qiankun Hall looking for him, then stayed to handle court affairs together, and now half a month later, she was so proactively close to him...

Fu Xingyi’s emotions visibly fluctuated.

He thought it was really just a matter of time.

The many beautiful days between him and An Ning could not possibly just fade away.

It’s only that she has been through too much and needs time to settle slowly.