Inside the room.
Su Jin was copying Buddhist scriptures.
Xingxing stood by, fanning.
Watching Su Jin use most of the day to copy a Buddhist scripture.
Xingxing felt that her young lady might be stuck to the chair for the next three days.
After finishing one, Su Jin put down the brush and gently rubbed her wrist.
She still wasn't used to writing with a calligraphy brush.
After resting for a while, Su Jin picked up the brush and continued to dip it in ink and copy.
Outside, Xie Jingchen pushed the door and walked in.
He walked up to the desk, glanced at her, and asked, "What made you think of copying Buddhist scriptures?"
Su Jin glanced at him, "It wasn't me who thought of it, your two sisters came by, and Princess Nanzhang wanted them to copy Buddhist scriptures to pray for rain. Since it's a good deed, I decided to copy them."
If it wasn't a good deed, she wouldn't be this diligent.
Although she felt that copying Buddhist scriptures wasn't very useful.
