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Prince Xian's mansion.

Ming Yuchen was currently teaching his son to write while holding Zi Yi's hand.

Zi Yi could not hold the brush steadily. Although his writing was good, he still lacked a bit of strength.

"That's it, right?"

Ming Yuchen stopped his movements and turned to look at Zi Yi, who was just inches away from him. He had grown a lot taller during this period of time