A crow flapped its wings and landed by Yan Chi's window.
He removed his gloves, walked over, and opened the window. Then he opened the message tube tied to the crow's leg and took out the letter inside.
Each crow bore a different marking to identify where the messages it carried had come from.
Normally, Lord Yan Chi would read these letters himself, then process and record them before handing them all over to Jiang You.
But the number on this crow's leg corresponded to Number Nine City.
The message had come from Number Nine City.
Although the battle at Longshan could not be considered devastating, they had still suffered considerable losses.
Only a few of the crows he had painstakingly raised remained.
Jiang You had entered Number Nine City alone this time and had undoubtedly suffered quite a bit. She had only been back for a few days and had already received another message concerning Number Nine City.
Yan Chi truly did not want her to leave again. He even felt the urge to hide the letter.
But he also understood Jiang You's temperament. She hated it most when people made decisions on their own, regardless of whether their intentions were good or bad.
Yan Chi glanced at the figure basking in the sun in the courtyard, then handed her the letter anyway.
"A letter from Number Nine City."
Jiang You froze. She took the envelope and opened it.
After carefully reading its contents, her gaze fell on the name Wang Qichuan at the signature.
Jiang You's eyes lit up, and then she burst into hearty laughter.
"Jiang Jiang, what is it?"
Yan Chi's voice was very soft, carrying a hint of apprehension he himself had not noticed.
"That old bastard Wang Qichuan actually has the nerve to come