Xie Suzhi was at the palace, so tied up by Changliu Country's invasion that he couldn't get away.
He hadn't returned to the mansion in three or four days.
At this moment, Second Master Xie was hosting a soldier who had ridden post-haste from the border to deliver a letter.
Shen Ningning scampered to the main hall, her face flush with excitement.
"A letter from Brother! Did Brother send a letter back?"
Second Madam Xie, sitting beside Second Master Xie, watched Shen Ningning run until she was panting.
She couldn't help but let out a short, mocking laugh.
"Oh, Ningning, you should slow down."
"There's no point in running so fast. Mingxu only sent one letter, and it's for all of us."
Shen Ningning didn't care. As long as she could hear news of Xie Mingxu, that was all that mattered.
To her surprise, the messenger soldier, who had been gulping down hot tea, set his cup down and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
