Shen Yanchuan quickly finished reading the letter and passed it directly to him.
"Take a look."
"This—" Yun Cheng hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to accept it with both hands.
It was only a few short lines. Yun Cheng glanced over it, taking in the entire contents at once.
He was usually responsible for guarding the Capital City and handling correspondence from all over, which included news from the Northern Border. Naturally, he could read the Wazhen Script.
After reading it, Yun Cheng looked surprised. "Ugle wants to ask for your help against Zhuola? It seems he's truly desperate to have written such a plea for aid."
A faint smile touched Shen Yanchuan's thin lips.
"The old scores between us are nothing compared to his throne and his future. His only enemy right now is Zhuola. As long as he can get rid of Zhuola, he's willing to pay any price."
