"Creak. "
Closing the door, Song Zhenguo walked towards the window ledge and happened to see a black pigeon with a pair of powdery white eyes. It was stooping on the window frame and brushing its feathers, minding its own business.
Seeing that, he was suddenly jolted and rushed to grab ahold of the pigeon. Lightly, he retrieved from its leg a small rolled note.
Opening up the rolled note, he could clearly see a row of graceful words written on it:
‘Brother Song, regarding the matter of Young Master Wang, Jun’er will ask around for you.
Another matter--the Scented Satin Festival is around the corner. Brother Song, can you promise Jun’er that, no matter what, you won’t visit the pleasure boat at that time? No matter what!’
Song Zhenguo was surprised. He continued reading.
