"I'm aware of the situation in Xijing, Lady Yun should take care of herself, wait for my return to the Imperial Court, and do not worry."
He added, "The return date is around mid-June."
At the end of the letter, it seemed as if he wanted to write something else, a drop of ink fell and obscured the words, ultimately leaving a blank space that invites boundless conjecture.
What did he really want to say, and yet restrained his hand?
Feng Yun smiled.
At this moment, the temperature was just right.
Leaning by the window, reading the letter under the lamp...
Those few lines of text, read countless times, then placed back in the small case within the drawer.
Inside were letters.
There were many from when Ao Qi previously went to Bingzhou and brought back with him.
And a few from Pei Jue, brief and scarce.
Ao Qi's mission to the northwest this time was greatly different.
