Shen Tang took the letter with half-believing hesitation.
The complaints in her heart were already impossible to contain.
Gong Cheng was one thing. The two of them had at least shared an ill-fated wedding mix-up, met several times, exchanged a few words, and even teamed up once. It was just barely understandable that Gong Cheng would leave her a letter. But what the hell was up with that old geezer Yun Da?
Were they even close?
He had absolutely no sense of social boundaries.
Shen Tang didn't keep the letter sealed.
She tore it open on the spot and skimmed it at a glance.
After reading just two lines, her brows furrowed tightly. After another two, her fingers clenched around the paper until they turned white. By the time she'd read two more, she was staring at the letter as if it were an enemy—one she wanted to tear limb from limb on the spot.
Everyone present watched the changes in her expression with bated breath.
Though their lord lacked the solemnity of other people in power and had an outgoing, lively personality, she rarely flew into a rage like this. Qi Shan cautiously asked, "My lord, what did the letter say?"
Usually, Shen Tang would have slapped the letter into Qi Shan's arms and told him to read it himself. This time, however, she folded it back up as it had been. Her gaze settled on Yun Ce. "When your master wrote this letter, were Yuan Mou and Zigu there to attend to his writing?"
Yun Ce shook his head. "No."
Yun Da had written the letter after the [Anointing], locking himself in his room. When he came back out, he was no longer the young and handsome man he had been. His tall, straight shoulders had hunched so