Li Hua was dragged back into the house by his subordinates. San Jiu helped him sit down at the table, gave him a sip of hot tea, and massaged his stiff body until he recovered.

After they calmed down, Sweet Corner and Sanjiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Throughout the whole process, Lihua remained stiff, and even when she was being dragged and held, her hands never let go of the letter.

Sanjiu caught a glimpse of the letter's contents, and combined with Lihua's reaction, a surge of anger and frustration welled up inside her.

But he had no choice. Sanjiu couldn't understand why his master, who was always so shrewd and decisive, would turn into a fool when he was around Princess Duanrong.

Sweet Corner can understand to some extent. Anyone who has experienced Gan Qiongying's gentleness would find it hard not to admire her magnanimity in treating even her servants equally.

She never looked down on people just because she was in a high position. Moreover, Princess Duanrong was never just pretending to be friendly. The way she looked at you and the way she spoke to you with a smile made you feel that she respected you from the bottom of her heart and treated you as a person, a flesh-and-blood person who was equal to her.

Even Sweet Corner couldn't help but think of Princess Duanrong from time to time, let alone her own master, the one who bore the emotions nurtured by Princess Duanrong with all her tenderness and care.

Before Princess Duanrong changed her personality, her master had almost never met such a person before, and it was quite common for her to become deeply involved and unable to extricate herself.

Once Li Hua recovered, he dismissed everyone around him.

Before they left, he instructed Sanjiu: "Tell the man following that shadow guard to keep a close watch on him. If he loses him, he doesn't need to come back!"

Sanjiu's lips twitched, feeling a sour taste that made her teeth ache.

Princess Duanrong is truly ruthless. Her master did everything for her, but after she abandoned him, even after several months, a casual letter she sent back still drove her master mad.

After everyone had left, Li Hua carefully and gently pressed the piece of paper in her hand flat with the warmth of her palm.

He couldn't even bear to tear the envelope, and used a kettle to cover the part that had been roughly torn.

Then Li Hua took a deep breath and continued reading the letter Gan Qiongying had written to him.

Now, the words on this full page are no longer just handwriting; each word is a life-saving medicine for Li Hua.

However, Gan Qiongying's letter was actually just a love letter, containing no useful information or anything substantial; it was full of sentimental words.

Li Hua carefully read each word, her eyes welling up with tears several times.

"The shadows of wild geese and the traces of clouds are separated by mountain peaks and mists; the travel itinerary has been completed three times a month. Do not say that half a sheet of paper is not heavy; it can bear the weight of ten thousand bushels of sorrow."

Upon reading the lines, "In life and death, we made a vow; I will hold your hand and grow old with you..." Li Hua's vision blurred with tears. She leaned on the table and didn't look at it again for a long time.

"The sorrow of parting must be shared by both of us, most unbearable is the clear lament under the bright moon..."

Li Hua's heart fluttered. She pursed her lips and recalled the times when the two of them used to lie in bed and whisper sweet nothings. Her nose stung with tears.

"Heaven may never grow old, but love will never sever. My heart is like a double-stranded net, with a thousand knots within..."

"May I be like a star and you like the moon, shining brightly together every night..."

"I only wish your heart were like mine, then I would never betray your love..."

"My longing for you is like a bright candle, burning my heart and filling me with tears..."

...

Gan Qiongying practically poured all the love poems and verses about longing that she had ever learned in her life onto this piece of paper.

Moreover, he used objects to symbolize some shameful dreams, saying he dreamed of Li Hua, and even inserted two shameful erotic poems.

Li Hua had read this far, to the very end of the letter. Her eyes were brimming with tears and her heart ached. But after staring at these two sentences for a long time, she finally understood what Gan Qiongying was trying to express. It had nothing to do with the meaning of the poem itself.

Instantly, her face began to flush, like the red glow that fills the sky and earth at sunset.

The pain and resentment in his heart were transformed into heat and burned onto his face by those two sentences.

How could Gan Qiongying... write something like this! And someone even saw it!

Li Hua was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl under the table. Even his fingers were blushing slightly. He pressed the letter, as if Gan Qiongying used to say things to him that were even considered excessive between husband and wife.

Sometimes, Li Hua couldn't bear to listen anymore, and he would cover Gan Qiongying's mouth, just like he was pressing down on the paper now.

Li Hua lay face down on the table, burying her head in her arms, silently waiting for the shame and turmoil to pass.

He looked down through the crack in the table at his robes sticking out, and even felt annoyed at himself for being so shameless. How could he have such a shameless reaction after reading just a few lines of seemingly plausible poetry?

He didn't dare to dream at all during this period. Every time he dreamed, the scene was that he killed Gan Qiongying. But Li Hua was very sure that he didn't hate Gan Qiongying at all. Li Hua was even angry at himself for having such dreams.

But did Gan Qiongying really dream about him?

Is it as she wrote?

Li Hua would tremble uncontrollably just thinking about it.

When he finally calmed down and emerged from that state of shame and resentment, he moved his palm away and looked again. There were only two or three short lines left, and the sentence, "If love between two people lasts forever, why should they be together day and night..."

This caused Li Hua's heart to clench painfully again.

The ending sentence was written in vernacular Chinese, just like how Gan Qiongying always coaxed Li Hua. Just by reading the sentence, Li Hua could even imagine the tone and actions.

She would definitely hold his hand or put her arm around his waist, and say in a coquettish tone, "Wait for me a few more months, and I will definitely come back to find you and explain everything. Right now, I have something important that has kept me here, and I didn't mean to make you sad and wait."

Without a beginning or a closing, this was an unconventional letter, yet it was distinctly Gan Qiongying's personal style. In the short time Li Hua spent reading it, her emotions surged like a raging sea, bringing her to tears and bringing her to the brink of collapse several times.

She remained the same, always able to touch Li Hua's heartstrings in the simplest way, and then casually pluck a string that would leave Li Hua breathless and terrified several times over.

She is absolutely despicable!

Li Hua looked at the end of the letter. She had probably switched to a finer brush and sketched a lifelike little figure kneeling and holding flowers with just a few strokes.

She laughed and cried for a while before lowering her head, her tears still wet, and kissing the tiny figure, which had only a few ink spots but whose face was full of apology.

What else could he do?