Over the next few days, all was calm at Prince Kang's Residence. Across the entire Flame Capital, only a dozen or so busybodies wore Golden Boy or Jade Maiden Masks to fish in troubled waters. Some were quickly caught by the Martial Prohibition Bureau and given several dozen strokes of the paddle; others were discovered by wandering heroes and nearly became targets of their chivalrous justice.
With his day off approaching, Ding Songyan was planning to visit Commander Han Shun in a dream, but while guarding the side gate, he saw a Director from the Martial Prohibition Bureau arrive.
"Might you be Young Hero Ding Songyan of the Xiaoming Sect?" the Director asked very courteously.
It doesn't look like I've been found out... Without hiding his surprise, Ding Songyan cupped his hands in greeting.
"That is me."
Fan Chunlin and the others also volunteered to confirm Ding Songyan's identity.
"There is a letter for you. Junior Minister Zeng asked me to deliver it," the Director from the Martial Prohibition Bureau said.
What connection do I have with Junior Minister Zeng of the Martial Prohibition Bureau? Puzzled, Ding Songyan took it and immediately saw the familiar handwriting on the envelope:
"To Junior Brother Ding, to be opened in person."
A letter from Senior Sister? Why did it come through the Martial Prohibition Bureau? Suppressing his questions, Ding Songyan solemnly thanked the Director who had delivered it.
He did not rush to read it, but tucked it into his robes.
The moment Ding Songyan looked up, he found Li Baima, Wu Mo, and Fan Chunlin staring at him curiously.
"Brother Ding, who's the letter from? If it's inconvenient to say, you needn't answer," Fan Chunlin asked.
"My senior sister," Ding Songyan said with a soft laugh.
Wu Mo and the others drew