"Teacher, there's poison, that kind of poison, come here."

Just one sentence, followed by my private message: "Use that 800-mile express delivery to send it back."

"yes."

Urgent dispatch.

This shows how much His Majesty values ​​this matter.

The Grand Preceptor knows exactly where their group is going; all that's needed is for them to deliver the message.

Then she picked up her pen and wrote a letter to General Yan Qinghe.

The little zombie felt that he needed to talk to someone far away about his troubles.

Yan Qinghe was far away, so even if he laughed at her, she couldn't see or hear it.

"It's really annoying, that poison has reappeared."

"Qing Kingdom is too big, there must be many more humans who have been harmed. It's really true that people would fall for a trap even when they know it's a trap."

"Foolish humans!"

Yan Qinghe, who was inexplicably slandered: ...

"How annoying, I want to go to Xuancheng, to Yue Kingdom, to find my mother."

"Aaaaaah!"

Murong Yue wrote a piece of paper expressing her anger.

It wasn't anger at the delay in the trip, but anger at the poison itself.

Then on another sheet, I wrote a few words about the water control order I saw on the road.

"The ministers are excellent."

"Your message came promptly, and you're great."

"When is your birthday? Ah Hao said I'll be spending my birthday on the road this year."

Murong Yue treated Yan Qinghe as a confidant, telling him everything she couldn't tell anyone else.

The content of the letters also became increasingly casual.

Anyway, she won't see anyone, so it doesn't matter.

"Send this to the General."

"Yes, Master," Ah Hao said with a smile as she went out to deliver the message.

Since that incident, she thought His Majesty would never pay any attention to General Yan Qinghe again.

Unexpectedly, the two began to contact each other again a few years later.

The general is quite capable; he managed to appease His Majesty.