Cheng Muyun's handwriting is very upright and elegant, neat and tidy, and has an excellent visual appeal.
Although it was all just mundane, rambling talk, Xu Zhuohua still read it for a long time.
She couldn't pull off those fancy words, so she wrote a letter in plain language.
The letter described his situation in Dongzhou and inquired about Xinhai City's recent situation, but did not mention missing him at all.
But when she looked up, she suddenly realized that her long speech was actually a page longer than Cheng Muyun's.
Although I didn't write a single word about missing you, I've already poured out my longing and hidden it between the lines.
Longing is silent, yet it is enduring and never-ending.
The ancients said, "Seeing a letter is like meeting the person in person," and it turns out that this was not just a saying. Letters that conceal longing can travel thousands of miles and be opened by a loved one. If there is truly no one expressing their longing, it is truly heartbreaking.
Xu Zhuohua sighed heavily. As expected, she still couldn't stop missing him.
She pulled out another sheet of plain paper, and this time, without carefully considering the words, her pen flew across the paper like a wild horse.
The ink soaked through three layers of letter paper, spreading a dark mark on the desktop.
The oil lamp on the desk flickered, and the candle wax meandered down the celadon candlestick, blending with the still-wet ink on the letter.
"Seeing this letter is like meeting you in person," as if in this way one can travel across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to deliver one's heartfelt longing to that person.
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When Xu Zhuohua handed the letter to Xu Shike, Xu Shike weighed it in his hand for a moment and smiled.
"Goods will be transported from here to Xinhai City first thing tomorrow morning, and I will hand them over to the person in charge of escorting them."
Xu Zhuohua looked slightly embarrassed. "Thank you, Fourth Uncle."
Xu Shike asked, "You two are living apart. Is there a problem with your relationship?"
Xu Zhuohua smiled and said, "There's no problem. If there were a problem, I wouldn't have written the letter."
Xu Shike smiled and held up the letter. "That's right. Even I, who am not in Xinhai City, know that the young marshal and his wife are exceptionally loving. They are a match made in heaven. The young marshal has changed completely because of you."
Xu Zhuohua frowned. Rumors were circulating that the better his relationship with Cheng Muyun was, the more dangerous it meant for him.
"My fourth uncle is really well-informed."
Xu Shike has curved eyebrows and looks almost exactly like the Xu family members, which makes Xu Zhuohua a little dizzy.
"After all, the Eastbound Southbound Route covers Dongzhou and Suzhou and Hangzhou. The news of the Dong family marrying the young marshal spread quickly. Moreover, the young marshal is the one who protects the Eastbound Southbound Route. Everyone is grateful to the young marshal."
Xu Zhuohua nodded. No wonder her affair with Cheng Muyun had spread so far; it turned out she had some kind of cheat code.
It's not surprising that Cheng Muyun was infamous in history, after all, he was a serial killer. But even such a serial killer could have a positive image of being loving towards his wife.
It is probably related to the eastbound southbound route.
It really was all preordained; the bond between me and Cheng Muyun was already set long ago.
Xu Shike stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Xu Zhuohua, "Zhuohua?"
Xu Zhuohua snapped back to reality. "Excuse me, Fourth Uncle, what did you just say?"
"It's almost the end of the month, and we need to audit the accounts. Do you want to come along?"
Xu Zhuohua shook her head.
Although he possessed the jade pendant and was the most powerful person, he had power but no one under his command.
After all, whether in modern or contemporary times, no one likes a leader who is parachuted in.
You can manage other things, but don't touch the accounting books.
If Xu Shike is a petty person, Xu Zhuohua will be suspected of usurping his power if he touches the ledger.
"I can't read the ledgers, so forget it. I'll go check out the armory instead."
Xu Shih-ke didn't quite understand why Xu Zhuohua didn't touch the account books, but he didn't say anything.
Where can you find an owner who doesn't look at the books? If you can't even understand the income and expenditure, how can you take over the business?
However, it seems that Xu Zhuohua only dabbles in other things besides weaponry.
"The armory is shipping out a shipment in the next few days, and coincidentally, someone from Xinhai City is here. You might know him."
Xu Zhuohua was immediately delighted, "Who's here?"
Xu Shike shook his head. "I don't know this person either. He's tall and thin. It's his first time here, but he seems to have a lot of presence. The people he brought all respect him."
Tall and thin? Quite imposing?
Could it be Chen Hede?
Xu Zhuohua remembered that Xinghua had left home early this morning, probably to go find Chen Hede.
"Okay, I understand, Fourth Uncle. I'll go now."
Zhang Qi followed Xu Zhuohua without saying a word, and the two disappeared through the door.
Xu Shike put the envelope in the box, instructed the shop assistant to put it in tomorrow's goods, and then stared blankly at the door.
Xu Zhuohua possessed a calm and composed demeanor, and her walk was steady, unlike the women he usually met. Xu Shike felt as if Xu Zhuohua was carrying something on her back.
"The Xu family's children are all so capable! It seems the Xu family is about to rise to prominence."
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Xu Zhuohua walked to the entrance of the armory.
The rusty iron gate was half-open. She raised her hand to remove her cloak, and her gaze swept past the crowd, immediately spotting Chen Hede standing in the center of the warehouse.
As Hsu Shih-ke said, Chen Hok-te seems to be surrounded by an invisible magnetic field.
Surrounded by a large crowd, the figures rushing back and forth reporting became a blurry background in front of him. He stood out from the crowd, making it impossible for anyone to look away.
He tilted his head slightly, his jawline taut and sharp, his fingers unconsciously stroking the gun handle at his waist. He was like a drawn sword, exuding a sharp, unapproachable aura.
After several months apart, his already cold and stern face had become even more grim.
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