In the deep autumn night rain, the morning brings osmanthus flowers scattered all over the ground.
Tang Xiaobai had just returned from the Taiji Palace when she received a reply from Shanzhou.
"...Regarding the Yan Family, I also have suspicions, guesswork similar to yours, almost no different..."
Tang Xiaobai couldn't help but laugh.
When she wrote to Li Mu about the Yan Family, she only mentioned suspecting that they held a secret of the emperor, but didn't specify her suspicions.
She hadn't said it, so how could he have the nerve to say he guessed the same?
"...This matter is of great importance, let's plan again after the battle, when I return to the Capital City..."
Tang Xiaobai sighed lightly.
Not knowing when he would return, there was no mention of a return date in the letter, presumably because the battle is deadlocked and cannot be foreseen.
Reading further down, it was all idle chatter.
