"Yes."
"Off you go, and be quick, don't alert anyone." Yan Junchu took out his own jade token, "Tell Yanling, if he wants justice for himself, he must make a choice."
Pang Lan reverently accepted the jade token, "Yes, I will definitely lead the people away."
After Pang Lan left, Yan Junchu began to lay out paper and grind ink to write a reply to Xin Yi. Holding the brush in his hand, he was suddenly at a loss for how to start.
She was pregnant, and he should have been by her side. Instead, he was far from the capital, and she had to deal with these matters, which took such a toll on her mind and body.
Yan Junchu felt the brush in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds. She had no complaints, and her letters were filled with concern for him, which warmed his heart. He wished he could grow wings and fly back to her immediately.
My wife, A yuan, may this letter find you well...
