Xiang Wenting's sorrowful expression slightly eased, and he sighed, "Indeed, I used my connections to help her find a way out."
"So, you're saying that every letter she sent back home went through your hands?"
Upon this question, even Ji Lingruo realized the issue and furrowed her brows.
"Why would Ying'Er's letters pass through my hands?"
"She was the courtesan confined in the Xiao Xiang Pavilion, unable to leave. How could she send letters? As I understand it, her relationship with her maid wasn't good because her maid had once attempted to seduce you. Besides entrusting you with her letters to deliver, who else could she rely on?"
Xiang Wenting took a deep breath:
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I mean, as a sharp-eyed and clear-eared cultivator of the Condensed Water Realm, remembering a person's appearance is easier than imagined, and imitating another's handwriting is even simpler."
