Taken aback, Jiang Wu replied, "Yes, Sir!", before excusing himself quietly, as if nothing had happened.
With the letter sealed firmly, there was no way he dared peek at its contents. As he walked down the corridor, he wondered if there was any truth towards rumors that the royal family had intentions to form a union with Yan Bei through marriage. If it was true, would the future lineage of Song have the surname of Nalan or Yan? Was the assassination of the king of Taiping a success after all?
There was no point in guessing the thoughts of the upper brass. It wasn't long before Jiang Wu was tempted by the fragrance coming out from the kitchen, deciding to skive off.
