Qian Renxue's Letter

The letter arrived on the evening of the fourth day.

At the time, Lin Chen was in the courtyard watching Shui Yue'er pester Shui Bing'er to teach her the newly adapted Water Dance Steps.

Shui Yue'er practiced earnestly, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Shui Bing'er occasionally offered a few pointers from the side, her tone light and calm, yet she was far more patient than when practicing on her own.

A pure white soul pigeon swept out of the dusk and landed steadily on the courtyard wall.

A small bamboo tube was tied to its leg, its opening sealed with gold-painted wax.

That was the exclusive correspondence mark of the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family. Lin Chen raised his brows slightly, got to his feet, removed the tube, broke the wax seal, and drew out a thin sheet of letter paper.

The paper was premium cloud-patterned stationery, carrying an extremely faint fragrance. The handwriting was elegant and neat, every stroke bearing a hint of nobility and composure.

The letter was very brief:

Lin Chen, seeing these words is as good as seeing me. Xue Ye is already at death's door and will surely perish within half a month. At that time, no one in court will be able to stop me, and I will ascend the throne.

Everything is ready; I lack only one strong arm. If you are willing to help me, please come to Eastward Inn in the imperial city within three days. A trusted aide will receive you there. Written personally by Qian Renxue.

After reading the letter, Lin Chen lightly rubbed the paper with his fingers, the corners of his lips slowly curving upward.

Qian Renxue was about to ascend the throne.

He had long vaguely guessed that her years of maneuvering within