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Huang Ying couldn’t help but laugh and cry: “You are really taking it seriously.”

Jiang Ning ignored her and carefully crafted her words and sentences.

After a while, a heartfelt letter was written.

“What do you think?” Jiang Ning showed it off to Huang Ying, “I’ve definitely captured the feelings of a lovelorn girl, eight or nine times out of ten.”

Huang Ying waved her hand: “This slave doesn’t dare to look again.”

“What a waste not reading my excellent writing skills.”

“Sigh, Master, please be more sensible.” Huang Ying was helpless, “If you were writing to the Crown Prince, I could be happy for you. But this…”

“I would be crazy to write a letter to him.”

“…”

Huang Ying was speechless.

Did she really understand that she was the Crown Prince’s woman?

Huang Ying asked, “Master, are you sure that Mu Jian will reply?”

“With such a brilliant letter, how could he not reply?”

“…That’s really not certain.” Huang Ying laughed, “Since you’ve written the letter, how do you plan to send it to Mu Jian?”

“I haven’t thought about that yet.”

Jiang Ning thought about it for a while, and only Gucheng could help her with this.

But Gucheng was so stubborn that he wouldn’t leave her side for a moment.

Jiang Ning, clutching the letter, paced around the courtyard, a little irritable.

This damned ancient era, this damned Imperial Palace.

Although her leg had healed, she was still restricted in all aspects, unable to go anywhere!

She walked around the tree with her hands behind her back, going in circles under the tree.

Gucheng crouched on the tree trunk, silently watching her, his eyes following her movements.

“Miss.” After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly spoke.

Jiang Ning was annoyed: “What?”

“What are you pacing for?”

“I’m thinking of a plan.”

“What for?”

“I want to send a letter to Mu Jian, but I don’t know how to get it to him without anyone noticing.”

“I can do it.”

“You?” Jiang Ning stopped and looked up at him, “Aren’t you the one who wouldn’t leave my side? The one who swears to protect me?”

“When he enters the palace.”

His words were disjointed, but Jiang Ning, who was gradually catching up to his rhythm, quickly understood.

“You mean, wait for Mu Jian to enter the palace?”

“Yes.”

“Mu Jian is also very skilled, can you give him the letter without him noticing?”

“I’ll try.”

“Alright.” Jiang Ning immediately threw the letter to him, “Make sure he doesn’t find out.”

Gucheng nodded, tucked the letter into his sleeve, and continued to squat among the branches and leaves, looking like an owl daydreaming in broad daylight.

It wasn’t until evening that Li Hongyuan came back with the two children.

Both children were tired from playing, and on the way back, they fell asleep in the swaying carriage.

Two eunuchs carried them on their backs.

Huang Ying hurriedly followed to help, placing them on the bed to sleep.

Jiang Ning looked back.

“What are you looking for?” Li Hongyuan asked.

“I’m checking to see if it’s raining.” Jiang Ning casually replied.

Of course, she wasn’t just idly checking the rain; she wanted to know if Mu Jian had returned as well.

Looking around with her eyes, she didn’t see Mu Jian, and even Gucheng, who was supposed to be in the tree, was gone.

Li Hongyuan examined her: “The children are back, and you don’t ask a single question, but you care about whether it’s raining.”

“What’s there to ask?”

“How the children played, what they ate at noon.”

“They were with you, and there were so many people following, it’s not like they could be lacking food or clothing.” Jiang Ning waved her hand indifferently.