"Indeed, it seems some people can't sit still any longer..."
Gu Lan tossed the note taken from the pigeon's leg to Rong Heng, a playful smile at the corner of her lips.
After reading it, Rong Heng tore the note to shreds, a faint smirk on his lips: "Rong Qichun? Does he think the book is ending and if he doesn't make an appearance now, he'll miss his chance?"
Gu Lan couldn't help twitching her mouth at his words.
How many books did Brother Hang read back then just to understand her?
She was wrong; she owed him an apology.
The pigeon returned from outside the Capital City, bringing news from the Dark Hall of the Marquis Mansion.
Rong Qichun, the deposed Crown Prince who was in Qingliang Temple in Lu State praying for Dayan, somehow learned of Prince Xiang leading the army back to the Capital City. And somehow, he plotted with Fan Hongyan, the Minister of War, who was supposed to deliver an imperial decree to Marquis Gu in the Northern Territory.
