Ning Qing took out a talisman from her spatial storage and folded it into the shape of a flying crane.

Then he took out a small porcelain bottle from his storage space, uncorked it, and immediately put it to his lips, sucking it into his mouth.

Then he blew a breath at the paper crane, and the paper crane instantly floated in the air.

Ning Qing gently tapped its head with her fingertip.

Go ahead.

The paper crane picked up the envelope from the table and flew out the window.

The system in the space was filled with doubts upon seeing this scene, but given the host's repeated crushing punishments, it was still apprehensive and dared not ask any questions.

He could only silently complain to himself: Why not just tell the person you're protecting directly? Why all the secrecy? Is he trying to be mysterious?

I really don't understand the host's weird actions!

If Ning Qing could hear the system's thoughts, she would definitely spit in its face.

Right now, she just wants to maintain this image of being beautiful, innocent, and gentle.

I can't afford to ruin the persona I've built for myself!

She wanted to experience this world in a unique way.

How did a simple and beautiful mermaid capture the heart of an aloof young marshal?

At that moment, Sen Lang, who was working on official documents on his desk in the office, suddenly looked up and met a paper crane flying in through the window.

At this moment, it could not only float in the air and fly, but also had an envelope in its mouth.

The technology of this era has achieved a qualitative leap, surpassing many previous eras. It can be said that technology has reached its peak, allowing us to look down on the past. However, it is still not good enough to allow paper cranes to fly in the air and deliver messages.

This scene made Senlang wonder if he was hallucinating due to overwork.

Senlang rubbed his temples and looked up again, only to see that the paper crane had already come to him.

As he opened his mouth, the letter slowly floated down onto the table.

Senlang quickly reached out and grabbed the paper crane floating in the air.

As the palm slowly opened, all that could be seen in the palm was a patch of ashes from a fire.

Sen Lang's cold eyes changed. He remembered that when he caught it, it was still intact. Why has it turned into ashes in his hand now?

Looking at my palm again, there was nothing wrong with it, and I hadn't felt any burning sensation.

How did that paper crane turn to ashes in an instant?

This was something that Sen Lang found both incomprehensible and utterly perplexing!

Her brow furrowed more and more tightly, and her pink lips were pressed together.

After a moment, he turned his gaze to the envelope on the table.

He frowned and picked up the envelope on the table.

He looked at the envelope in his hand with a complicated expression, and after a moment he opened it and took out the papers inside.

When they saw what was inside, their eyebrows could practically knot together.

At the same time, my heart was in turmoil, unable to find peace.

If what is said in the letter is true, then...

He then called out towards the door.

"Xiao Liu, go quickly and find Sangjie and Old Deng for me."

A voice outside the door answered, "Yes."

Then a series of hurried footsteps sounded, fading into the distance.

"Xiao Xu, come in."

A tall, fat man pushed open the door and entered.

"Young Marshal".

Sen Lang nodded. "Go and retrieve the surveillance footage from around the office during this period."

Xiao Xu lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

Then he turned and left quickly.

A moment later, the voices of Sanjay and Old Deng could be heard from the doorway.

"Young Marshal".

Sen Lang spoke coldly.

"Enter".

Then Sanjay and Old Deng walked in.

"Young Marshal, has someone summoned us because of some emergency?"

Senlang