Shen Heting reached out and took it, his slender fingers tracing the envelope. There was nothing written on it.
When had he ever possessed such a letter?
Before he could open it, a guard came galloping from afar, horse hooves kicking up a cloud of dust. The guard dismounted, knelt on one knee, and presented an urgent dispatch, sealed tightly with wax. Shen Heting’s heart tightened. He tucked the letter into his robe and tore the wax seal off the dispatch.
Chapter 72