The jade slip contained the correspondence exchanged between Lu Qingmei and Yi Chen over the past few years.
Most of it concerned trivial matters of everyday family life.
There were also earnest reminders concerning Yi Chen's cultivation and conduct.
Between the lines shone a mother's meticulous care and protection for her son.
In Yi Chen's replies, he had always reassured his mother not to worry about him, while also revealing his concern and longing for her.
As he read those letters, Su Yi could not help but sigh inwardly.
No matter how one judged Lu Qingmei, at least where her son Yi Chen was concerned, she had poured out all her heart without holding anything back.
Only when he saw Lu Qingmei's final reply did Su Yi's eyes narrow quietly.
In that letter, Lu Qingmei mentioned that she was going to do something important. If she could not reply in time after one month, Yi Chen was not to worry.
Yet she did not mention a single word about what exactly she intended to do.
At the end of the letter, Lu Qingmei had written some baffling words—
"With your father here, no matter what happens, I need not worry about your safety.
"Remember, listen to your father's arrangements. Do not come looking for me on your own."
After reading it, Su Yi frowned.
"You're worried something happened to your mother?"
He raised his eyes and looked at Yi Chen.
Yi Chen nodded. "I have a feeling that whatever Mother went to do must be very dangerous. And now, it has been one month and three days since I last received a reply from her. I... cannot help feeling anxious and uneasy."
Su Yi returned the jade slip to Yi Chen. "You want me to find your mother?"
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