"Where did this come from?" Chen Ping'an studied the letter in his hand. It was sealed with confidential wax, clearly of a high grade.
"My lord, the letter came from Beicang Town, through the Beicang Garrison's channels," the man replied respectfully.
After Chen Ping'an's promotion to Deputy Commander-in-Chief, he was naturally assigned a few Stewards as his direct subordinates to help him handle daily official business and other miscellaneous tasks.
"Alright, I understand." Chen Ping'an waved his hand. "You're dismissed."
"Yes, my lord!" The man bowed respectfully, then backed away and departed. Before he left, he softly closed the door to the office for Chen Ping'an.
'The Beicang Garrison's channels!'
Looking at the letter, Chen Ping'an had already guessed the sender's identity.
Just as he was about to open the letter, another knock came from the door.
"My lord!"
"What is it?" Chen Ping'an's voice held an innate authority.
