The pigeon landed on the window ledge, looking around.
Duke Chong sat on the chair, his face dark enough to drip ink.
Dark Guard Li Zhong went over to catch the pigeon, checking the bird's ankle, Li Zhong said, "Duke, it's news from Zhangzhou."
"Quick, let me see," Duke Chong said urgently.
Ever since Marquis Dongxiang petitioned, and the Emperor awarded Zhangzhou to Su Jin as her fiefdom...
Zhangzhou had become a troublesome worry for Duke Chong.
These days, with no news from Zhangzhou, he was restless and sleepless.
Now that news had come from Zhangzhou, how could Duke Chong not be anxious?
Li Zhong handed the letter to Duke Chong.
Duke Chong hurriedly opened it.
With just one glance, Duke Chong stood up from his chair.
His complexion was worse than when he witnessed the public execution of the Heir of Duke Chong.
Ever since he realized Marquis Dongxiang premeditated to take over Zhangzhou, Duke Chong had been uneasy.
