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Chapter 210 9 letter

Wen Jiayue stared blankly at the letter in her hand, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Shen Fuhan traveled a long way to deliver a letter to her, and all he said was this one sentence?

She always felt it was unlikely; perhaps there were some secret texts that hadn't been revealed yet.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Jiayue placed the letter above the candle to allow it to be heated evenly.

Even after the flames burned a small hole in the letter, not a single word was added.

Do you mean we have to put it in water?

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue poured a cup of cold tea onto the letter.

Ruyi stared blankly at her mistress's series of actions, and hesitated before asking, "Madam, what are you doing?"

Did the Marquis write something in his letter that would displease the Madam?

Otherwise, why would the lady burn letters and spill tea? Her behavior is truly strange.

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, looking at the letter that remained unchanged, and placed it by the window to dry.

He then explained, "I was worried that the Marquis had written a code, so I tried various methods."

But the letter still only contained the question, "Have you missed me?", which she found utterly baffling.

Even more unbelievable, two days later, Ling He sent another letter.

"This is a letter from the Marquis to the Madam. Please accept it."

Wen Jiayue took it and asked, "Did the messenger say anything else?"

She still couldn't quite believe that Shen Fuhan had simply sent back a letter last time.

This time, I can't just send another letter with only one sentence, can I?

Ling He replied, "No, Madam."

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to tear open the letter; there was still only one sentence on the paper—

The moonlight in Jingzhou is enchanting, but it cannot compare to that in Chang'an.

Wen Jiayue: "..."

baffling.

She put the letter back into the envelope and asked, "Has Qianqian brought you food these past few days?"

Ling He's expression immediately darkened, and he replied, "No."

This was expected, and Wen Jiayue was not surprised.

"Have you ever thought about why Qianqian stopped bringing you food?"

Ling He shook his head: "I asked her, but she wouldn't tell me."

During lunch today, a guard asked him why his sister-in-law wasn't bringing him food anymore, but he had no idea why.

The guards then asked him to explain the whole story so they could offer him some advice.

He thought for a moment and said that she just suddenly stopped sending him things, without any warning at all.

The guards felt sorry for him, saying that it was normal to be unable to understand a woman's heart, which was like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that what was said was true.

He once thought that mastering martial arts to its highest level was the most difficult thing in the world, but as long as he practiced diligently, he would surely be invincible.

I never imagined that guessing a woman's heart would be so much harder than learning martial arts.

Wen Jiayue suppressed a laugh and said, "I don't think you'll ever figure it out in your lifetime."

Like master, like guard. People like Shen Fuhan and Ling He should live out their lives alone.

Ling He immediately replied, "I think so too."

Wen Jiayue was amused by his smile: "So what are you going to do?"

Ling He looked somewhat confused. This usually decisive person hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

"I don't know."

Wen Jiayue sighed, and after thinking it over, decided to help him out.

After all, Ling He was thinking of her safety; he would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free.

She couldn't help but think back to her past life. If Ling He had been guarding the main courtyard back then, Wen Ruohuan definitely wouldn't have been able to get close to her, let alone poison her.

It's a pity there are no "what ifs," but she knew Ling He would definitely do it.

Wen Jiayue advised, "When Xi'er brought me food for the last time, she said that Qianqian wanted to see me. You shouldn't have refused her so ruthlessly."

Ling He frowned and said, "But Xi'er has already started to inquire about how I intend to conduct a thorough investigation. Naturally, I must be vigilant and then intimidate her so that she won't act rashly."

Wen Jiayue nodded and said, "In my opinion, you did a good job. But Xi'er is your wife's maid, so you should be more gentle with her."

Ling He said, "Doing business is doing business; there's no need to be gentle."

Wen Jiayue took a deep breath: "Then let me ask you, do you know that Xi'er's question was just a casual remark?"

“It’s hard to say,” Ling He said. “If she has ulterior motives, I dare not slack off.”

Wen Jiayue was completely speechless.

"Since you don't want to eat Qianqian's lunch and dinner anymore, then I'd better not waste my time."

Ling He was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "This subordinate wants to eat!"

“If you want to eat it, you have to change,” Wen Jiayue said. “If Xi’er asks the same question again, how will you answer?”

Ling He said sternly and righteously, "Xi'er has repeatedly failed to correct her ways. Take her to the woodshed and await further instructions!"

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She said sympathetically, "Guard Ling, you'll probably never get to eat Qianqian's cooking in your life."

After saying that, she turned and left, leaving Ling He standing there in a daze.

It's only right to gather information privately; he was already merciful enough not to order ten strokes of the cane first.

Was he wrong? No...

Wen Jiayue returned to her bedroom and found the previous letter.

After being burned and splashed with tea, the letter paper was crumpled and unrecognizable.

She compared the two, but still couldn't see anything strange about them.

The first letter asked if he missed her, and the second letter mentioned the moonlight; they both seemed like ordinary sentences.

Could it be... an acrostic poem?

Wen Jiayue murmured, "There is thorn... there is alarm, but I am safe..."

A letter to let you know you're safe?

She couldn't guess anything else besides this.

It's said that a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, but men are no less so.

She put the letter away, thinking that Shen Fuhan probably wouldn't send her any more letters.

Unexpectedly, letters would arrive every few days, inquiring about Zhao Zhao's recent situation or describing the local customs and culture of a certain place.

A short sentence gradually becomes two sentences, three sentences, and so on, eventually taking up half a page.

The reasons for using acrostic poems (with hidden first and last characters) are also invalid; they cannot be pieced together into a single sentence.

Wen Jiayue stopped trying to figure out Shen Fuhan's purpose and just focused on receiving and reading the letters.

In the blink of an eye, nine letters had been received, and Shen Fuhan was about to return to the capital.

Wen Jiayue became increasingly uneasy.

Shen Fuhan keeping Ling He in the manor must mean he's aware of something.

But the Marquis's residence has been as calm as still water for some time now. Is this the calm before the storm?