si-mexico Chapter 324 Sending Letters
Chapter 324 Sending Letters
Sun Ying took a deep breath and made up her mind.
She turned around, looked at her brother firmly, and said solemnly: "Brother, can you do me a favor?"
"Sister, what do you want me to do?" Sun Shaojie raised his head with an innocent look on his face. In his heart, as long as it was his sister's request, he would do his best.
"Brother, I want you to go to Qingfeng Academy and help me deliver a letter to a gentleman." Sun Ying tried her best to make her tone sound calm and natural.
"Send...send a letter?" Sun Shaojie was slightly stunned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Sister, do you know the teachers at Qingfeng Academy? Why do you want to send a letter to them?"
As he spoke, he nervously leaned closer to Sun Ying, "Sister, have you run into any trouble? Tell me about it. I'm grown up now and can help you share the burden!"
Sun Ying looked at her brother's concerned expression and felt warm in her heart, but also a little guilty.
She pretended to be angry and gently patted Sun Shaojie's hand: "Why are you asking so many questions, kid? It's just a normal correspondence, don't make wild guesses."
"But, sister..." Sun Shaojie wanted to ask more, but was interrupted by Sun Ying.
"Oh! Don't say buts." Sun Ying waved her hands impatiently, "Just go if your sister tells you to. Why are you asking so many whys?"
Sun Shaojie was speechless. He looked at his sister and although he still felt something was wrong, he thought that this was the first time his sister asked him for help, and if he refused, his sister would definitely be disappointed.
After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, sister, I'll go, but you have to tell me what that gentleman looks like. How can I find him when I get to the academy?"
Seeing her brother finally nod in agreement, Sun Ying felt relieved. She hurriedly took out the letter bag that she had prepared long ago from under her dressing table. The opening of the letter bag was sealed tightly with wax, and inside was important information concerning life and death.
However, in order to prevent her brother from being involved in this dangerous vortex, she had cleverly rewritten the content of the letter in advance. Even if it was unfortunately intercepted, others would only regard it as an ordinary poem letter.
"Brother," Sun Ying handed the letter bag to Sun Shaojie, her eyes full of worry and instructions, "When you deliver the letter, if someone asks you where your child comes from, just say you are from General Chen Yue's mansion. Remember, you must not make a mistake."
"Sister, why do you have to say it's from General Chen's house?" Sun Shaojie's face was full of confusion, his eyes were wide open, and he subconsciously clenched the envelope in his hands.
Sun Ying was slightly startled, her mind working rapidly as she quickly came up with an excuse: "Sister doesn't want outsiders to know that this letter was sent from the He family's female relatives. You know, we have to be careful in the He Mansion. If people find out, it might cause trouble."
Sun Shaojie nodded, not quite understanding. Although he was young, he knew that his sister's life in this deep courtyard was not easy. Since his sister said so, she must have her reasons.
He carefully put the letter bag into his arms, patted it to make sure it wouldn't fall out, then turned around and walked out with the servant.
Along the way, Sun Shaojie walked hurriedly, not daring to delay at all. He knew that what his sister had told him must be very important, and he secretly swore in his heart that he must deliver the letter smoothly.
The servant followed behind him, jogging all the way, looking up at his young master from time to time, wondering in his heart why the usually gentle young master was so anxious today.
Soon, the gate of Qingfeng Academy appeared before their eyes.
Sun Shaojie took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and walked in.
At this time, Mr. Zhang was pacing in the corridor of the academy. He raised his eyes inadvertently and saw Sun Shaojie walking in. He was startled and immediately realized that there might be important news.
However, he did not step forward immediately, but looked at the servant beside him subtly and gave him a slight wink.
The attendant understood what he meant and recognized Sun Shaojie at a glance. He quickly stepped forward with a smile on his face and asked, "Excuse me, young master, are you here to...?"
Sun Shaojie looked at the unfamiliar attendant in front of him, not recognizing that he had walked the road of exile with him. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the envelope, and said bluntly, "It's for the dean."
"Okay," the servant said enthusiastically, "Excuse me, young master, which family is this?"
"I'm from General Chen Yue's mansion." Sun Shaojie answered without hesitation according to his sister's instructions.
When the servant beside him heard this, his eyes widened in surprise and he subconsciously looked at the He Mansion badge hanging on his body. However, he was also a smart man and quickly lowered his head, pretending that he heard nothing and said nothing.
The attendant took the envelope and looked at Sun Shaojie subtly, feeling inwardly that the boy had grown up. He bowed slightly and said, "Don't worry, young master. I will personally hand the letter to the dean. If you have nothing else to do, please return! There are so many people in this academy, and you, a child, must not get lost."
Sun Shaojie nodded, looked at the letter bag in the servant's hand, and then turned and left.
The moment he stepped out of the academy gate, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that this mission would go smoothly and live up to his sister's instructions.
The sky gradually darkened, and the candlelight flickered in the study. Mo Xianglan held the scroll in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was puzzled by the obscure content of the poem.
Old Master Mo walked slowly into the study with his hands behind his back. Seeing his granddaughter like this, he couldn't help but smile lovingly.
"Xianglan, are you in trouble?" Mr. Mo's voice was gentle and steady.
Mo Xianglan raised her head, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she quickly stood up and said, "Grandpa, you came at the right time. I have read this poem over and over again, but I still can't get the point."
Mr. Mo took the letter and unfolded it quickly. He saw the following words written on the letter paper:
"The secret letter has profound implications that require careful consideration, and even the most miraculous prescriptions cannot resolve the worries in my heart.
The general is in danger, hiding in the dark, it is difficult to guard against hidden arrows, and disaster is looming.
Although good medicine is bitter and can cure diseases, secret words can conceal hidden sorrows.
I hope you can quickly solve the mystery and find the truth, and don’t let the loyal and good people fall into the undercurrent."
Grandpa Mo's expression instantly grew serious. Mo Xianglan, noticing this, came over and asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Grandpa, what does this mean? Why does it feel so mysterious?"
Mr. Mo did not answer immediately, but paced back and forth in the study, brows furrowed, lost in thought.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke, "The words in the letter, 'The general's danger is hidden, and hidden arrows are hard to guard against, and disaster is lurking within', are probably referring to the situation in the East China Sea. From what I've heard, there have been undercurrents surging in the East China Sea recently, and I'm afraid there's going to be serious trouble."
Mo Xianglan's eyes widened, her heart filled with worry: "Then what should we do? This news is so important, we have to find a way to get it out quickly."
Old Master Mo slammed the table, his eyes determined. "That's right. We need to get this news to Master Chen right away. It's a pity that Prince Chu's people have already left to find medicine for him. Now we can only rely on Master Chen."