The thin sheet of letter paper, Lu Shi had read it over ten times, and the more she read, the colder she felt. In the end, her hand clenched tightly, crumpling the letter in her palm.
The letter was written by Song Zhiqing, and aside from explaining the reason for changing the steward, the rest contained greetings to the children, greetings to the elders at home, an apology to her, and then he mentioned being busy with official duties and possibly not being able to return to the capital for duty reporting this year.
The few words on the whole piece of letter paper didn't make Lu Shi feel any sense of longing or separation sorrow within.
A woman's intuition told her that something had happened over in Datong.
Thinking of this, Lu Shi felt as if she had been struck by an arrow in her chest, the dull pain was unbearable.
Tears of grievance slid down her cheeks. Had she not returned for a few months, yet he had a new person there?
Song Zhiqing, how cruel you are.
"Mother."
