Li Wang sat quietly below the emperor, his fingers resting on the table, gently stroking the porcelain wine cup, lost in thought.
*
Night falls at Songxi Courtyard.
Song Zhiyu was pondering what gift to give Su Jinyang upon their first meeting. It had been three years since they last saw each other, and she wondered if her third brother's preferences had changed.
Although they maintained correspondence, the distance to the northern frontier was vast, and frequent wars made it difficult for letters to reach their destination.
In the past three years, they have only sent a handful of letters.
Just then, Lu Bai, carrying a letter, walked mysteriously to her side. "Miss, it's a letter from General Su."
She had only just learned that General Su was actually her young lady's third brother. Her eyes, which showed her whites, sparkled, and she really wanted to let the young masters in the manor see that her young lady was not lacking in brothers.
They don't cherish it, but many others do.
Song Zhiyu took the letter, glanced at it, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, her eyes slightly warm.
When news of her third brother's death came in her past life, she couldn't even see him one last time, let alone avenge him.
Thinking of this, Song Zhiyu felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her face turned pale.
In this life, she will never repeat the same mistake.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Lu Bai asked with concern, sensing that Song Zhiyu's emotions were a bit off, and she couldn't help but worry.
"It's alright, I'll write back to my third brother, and you can deliver it to the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence for me later." Song Zhiyu shook his head, smiled at Chao Lubai to reassure her, and then picked up his pen to reply.
She had just finished writing the last word when, as she looked up, she suddenly heard a melodious flute sound coming from the courtyard gate.
The two men looked at each other, their brows furrowed tightly. Who on earth was playing the flute in the middle of the night?
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