Hua Jing stepped toward Wei Ling, her eyes flickering with curiosity and caution.
Wei Ling bowed deeply as she approached.
"Greetings, Your Highness," he said, his voice low but firm.
Then, with precise movements, he reached into his robe and pulled out a golden paper, holding it out to her.
Hua Jing's brows furrowed slightly as she accepted it, feeling the smooth texture of the expensive parchment between her fingertips.
A letter?
From Zhao Yan?
Her mind raced with possibilities as she turned the paper over in her hands.
Why would he send a letter so suddenly?
Why not just send word through Wei Ling?
Wei Ling's gaze hardened.
"Your Highness," he said in a low, urgent tone, "be discreet. No one else should see this letter. Once you've read it, you must burn it immediately. That is an order from the Crown Prince."
Hua Jing's fingers tightened around the golden paper.
If Zhao Yan was being this secretive, then whatever was inside must be incredibly important.
