After enjoying her happiness for a while, Zhuo Qing noticed Yi Shuyuan picking up his brush to write again and stood beside him to watch.
To her surprise, Yi Shuyuan was writing a letter. Its gist was that the wandering martial artist Long Feiyang would take Zhuo Qing out into the world for a few days, then buy her freedom when they returned.
Zhuo Qing's expression became quite a sight. Hero Long might not understand, but this was practically a slap in Mama's face. She could already imagine Mama's expression when she read the letter.
Yet Zhuo Qing was not particularly afraid now. Instead, she rather regretted that she would not get to see it.
After finishing the letter, Yi Shuyuan sealed it, then sent it flying out the window while blowing a breath outside.
"Whoosh."
A distinct gust of wind arose. By the time Zhuo Qing ran to the window to look, the letter had already flown high into the sky.
"Where is it going?"
"To the Cloud Fragrance Pavilion, of course. Knowing the master, he'll probably have it appear in your room. We didn't close the window when we left, after all."
Hui Mian said this from the windowsill. When the woman and the marten turned to look at Yi Shuyuan, they saw him give a slight nod.
A gentle breeze carried the letter toward the harbor outside the city, then downstream to the Thirteen Pavilion Quarter. It passed over the peach grove, sweeping up a flurry of petals, and finally landed on the table in Zhuo Qing's chamber, opening the door's latch as well.
Unlike Yi Shuyuan's expectation that no one would discover the letter until evening, a woman came trotting up outside the door shortly after it arrived.
She was the woman in yellow whom Yi