She had never seen the writing system in this world, but from the original owner's memories, she knew that the writing system in this world was similar to the writing system in her previous life, except that it was written in traditional characters.

But she only recognizes it; she's not very good at writing it.

Seeing her frown, Wei Jingzhuo asked, "What's wrong?"

He did see the snow-white paper in Su Wan's hand.

But after seeing it so many times, he became used to it, calmly walked to her side, and then took out a book from somewhere and placed it in front of her.

Su Wan looked up at him, puzzled. "Why are you giving me this?"

Wei Jingzhuo replied, "This is copying books; you'd better not let outsiders know about those papers."

What he meant was that it was best not to reveal these secrets to anyone other than himself.

Even though he hadn't asked her where those things came from, he already knew pretty much everything. Su Wan didn't tell him, and he didn't ask any more questions.

“Okay,” she put the papers away and picked up the book he had brought her. “I’ll use this to copy, but my handwriting will be terrible. How about I read it and you write it?”

Wei Jingzhuo did not refuse; he nodded slightly, "Okay."

Su Wan smiled, finally relieved. "That's great. I was really afraid that people would laugh at me if I wrote it."

The main problem is that her handwriting is extremely ugly.

She also has her pride.

She stood up, offered her seat, and said, "Please sit down," then picked up her book and stood aside.

Wei Jingzhuo was, after all, crown prince from a young age, and his excellent calligraphy was highly sought after.

Su Wan read each word aloud in her clear voice, then took the opportunity to memorize the strokes of the traditional Chinese characters so that she could be mistaken for an illiterate person in the future.

As Wei Jingzhuo listened to the clear, melodious voice, he diligently took notes, his eyes becoming increasingly bright with each word he wrote.