Outside Ningyuan City.
Prince Su Hooge was likely ill; he couldn't sit still no matter how he tried. In his left hand, he held a personal letter from Dorgon, and in his right, an official dispatch from the Imperial Court. After reading them countless times, he realized that what was written on the paper wasn't just words—it was a trap.
"Damn it," Hooge slammed the letter and the dispatch onto the table.
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