On the twenty-first day of the twelfth month of the forty-third year of Yong'an...
On the twenty-first day of the twelfth month of the forty-third year of Yong'an, heavy snow fell.
Yuan Mo had been unable to deliver Lu Yu's message to Qian Xingzhi for some time, and suspicion grew in his heart.
Inside the bedchamber, Liang Luming was also restless. She had to spread the news that Qian Xingzhi was critically ill, but if Lu Yu had not returned to the capital, everything would have gone smoothly. Unfortunately, Qian Xingzhi could not make decisions, and if Liang Luming mishandled things, who knew what chaos would ensue.
After a moment of thought, Liang Luming made up her mind. "A Su, do as I say."
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