Zhu Si's Order
Zheng Susan narrowed her eyes.
She looked at the long string of signatures at the end of the letter. By the time it reached her, there was no room left for her to sign.
She slanted a glance at the messenger crouched on the railing.
"6
"Fried rice and Apple Dew—do you still want some?"
The Great Sprite asked in her thin, drawn-out voice, full of ill intent. When this pigeon had flown to her Wizard Tower just now, it had struggled and flapped for quite a while among those rows of Golden Crow Wood, almost failing to make it up to the fifth-floor terrace.
Clearly, it had stuffed itself too full in the towers before this.
At this moment, it was crouched atop a pillar, half the capital nearly swallowed by its belly. At first glance, it looked Just Like a little hen brooding over eggs.
Coo—
White Dove gave a weak coo, rejecting the Great Sprite's kindness.
"—You're lucky. Mine is the last stop. You don't need to deliver it anywhere else."
Zheng Susan muttered under her breath, folded the letter, and was just about to stuff it into her robes when she suddenly remembered the final line Li Meng had written in the letter. She hesitated for a moment, but in the end she still snapped her fingers and rubbed out a bean-sized flame, burning the letter clean to ash. As it burned, she mumbled, "Is this what they call destroying the evidence? —Father above, Meng Gugu was the one who told me to burn it. She's an elder, and I can't very well defy an elder—"
White Dove drooped its eyelids and stared at her, staring until the two Wings behind the Great Sprite trembled unnaturally a few times."
"What are you looking