Chen Qing pulled out a letter.
Rufeng presented it to the Heir.
"I see all living things as mere grass and trees, save for you, who are my Qingshan."
"Tonight at the second watch, at the Rose Pavilion. Do not fail to appear."
*I see all living things as mere grass and trees, save for you, who are my Qingshan.*
Looking at the familiar, slender gold-style calligraphy, Lu Hanting’s expression turned somber. He had watched her practice her writing daily these past few days, so he was naturally familiar with her hand. He had not realized that, besides being able to write, she was also capable of composing love poetry.
Chapter 30