When the messenger delivered the emergency letter to the Capital City of Jiankang, it was already ten days later.
This was the fastest speed the courier could manage, riding tirelessly, crossing mountains and rivers, even crossing a major river, all to deliver this urgent intelligence to the court as quickly as possible.
Or rather, to Qian Jin's home.
With something so important, naturally, Qian Jin wasn't foolish enough to shoulder it alone, especially since he was far away in Yizhou City, barely able to speak a word to the court here—so after much deliberation, Qian Jin simply wrote two documents, one naturally stating the current situation as a memorial, and the other specifically sent to his own home for his father to decide whether to present the memorial.
Strictly speaking, his father's judgment might be even more accurate than his.
