Zhou Shuren opened the letter and spoke in a low tone, "It really is a big deal."
Chang Zhi had been staring at the letter, and upon hearing it was a serious matter, worriedly asked, "Father, what's happened to third brother?"
Zhou Shuren handed the letter to Chang Zhi, "Your third brother is fine, just read it for yourself."
Zhulan was by her husband's side and had already read the letter. She had only one feeling: the storm Shen Yang had been brewing had finally exploded, but she couldn't fathom why it had happened so suddenly.
Chang Zhi's hands shook as he held the letter, and he said in disbelief, "The letter must be fake, right?"
Zhou Shuren took the opportunity while his wife was lost in thought to reach for some skewered meat. Earlier, with her watching, he hadn't eaten much, so he grabbed two skewers and, while eating, replied, "For now, it's just a rumor. As for its truth, what does it have to do with us? Whether it's true or false, the Emperor knows."
