The boy ran and was eaten by the darkness, but his step echoed, not yet diminished.
Chairman Yun sniffed the rolled paper. The wax was odorless, meaning this wax was created long enough to be dried perfectly. The paper was rich with white and yellow, yet it maintained elegance. Piece of Domor, only those aristocrats would use this paper. Yes, it must be from his old friend. But why did he send it now?
Chairman did not open his roll of paper directly, nor did he dare to ruin the wax emblem on it. He knew the wall had ears, and the bird would seen.
He let two Tandukian come and accompany him away from the Imperial palace. As soon as they stepped on Imperial Dock number three, Chairman dared ruin the wax and read carefully what his friend wrote this time.
[Meet me in Autumn Palace. Don't tell anyone about it.]
