"As my righteous husband, having heard your words, my blood boils, regretting I lack feathers to soar, how can be such a matter be judged as right or wrong!"
"I heed your command, Nangong Che, and shall inform the Lord of Li River!"
"To carry the precious burden, I say no more. If retrieved, even in death, I shall be grateful!"
The beautiful woman cried and thanked, then from within her blouse, she took a book and threw it onto the boat.
Suddenly, with a "boom" of thunder, the Young Master of the Nangong Family, Nangong Che, abruptly opened his eyes and stood up.
The clouds dispersed, and the mist vanished, the sky clear and bright, the light boat swiftly sailed across the lake, and truly, there lay a bamboo slip on the deck.
Nangong Che picked up the bamboo slip, recalling what he had just seen, and furrowed his brow, vaguely sensing something amiss.
"Young Master, a letter from Jiangdu."
