The General Mansion lost a treasure, and all four city gates of Northern Border City were sealed, with countless soldiers searching house by house.
Lu Ziyuan personally led the search for three days.
Three whole days, and nothing was found.
He was about to turn the whole Northern Border upside down, yet even a fly had nowhere to escape.
But such a large person had vanished without a trace.
General Mansion, study room.
Lu Ziyuan sat motionless in a chair, staring at the letter in his hand.
Someone who can command thousands of troops without changing expression was now trembling slightly.
On the paper was a single, brief sentence.
'If something happens to Pei Yuqing, I won't live alone.'
The handwriting was elegant, with each stroke perfectly executed.
Lu Ziyuan was very familiar with this handwriting.
The person who wrote these words had also embroidered his name on every sachet gifted to him in past years.
