The letter didn't specify what he was doing in Xi Yan, but the fact remained that Mr. Xie wasn't dead. She wondered if her father knew.
Ye Qianning put the letter away, planning to show it to her father the next day.
After leaving the Prime Minister's manor, Qian Fanji got straight into a carriage parked a short distance from the courtyard.
Inside the carriage, Qian Fu sat on the left, unhurriedly rolling a string of Buddha Beads in his hand. Between them was a soft divan and a table, on which sat paper, a brush, and an inkstone.
The ink-laden brush had been left on the paper, soaking it. Clearly, whoever had just used it had left in such a hurry that they didn't have time to clean it, leaving a large black stain.
"The letter has been delivered." Qian Fu opened his eyes.
Qian Fanji entered the carriage without a word and sat down.
