The flames licked the paper on which the intelligence was written, quickly charring it.
Sun Lianying, draped in a loose cotton robe, reached out to warm her hands over the fire basin, and calmly said:
"Although Cao Mao is often away from the Capital, he is ultimately a noble with military power, a status that is not easily dismissed. After sensing the shift in public opinion, he is bound to act and mobilize his connections to impose blockades and suppressions. Have you thought about how to respond?"
Zhao Douan, with a light and carefree tone, did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the Jinyi from Lihua Hall who had come inside to report, and asked:
"Have arrangements been made for all the greetings you were asked to deliver?"
The Jinyi clasped his hands and said:
