"All is well at home. No need to worry."
Yang Chan looked at the crooked handwriting, very satisfied. He was pleased with everything—the method of concealment and the message itself.
He could set aside the matter with Princess Lan Yue for now and proceed with his original plan: head to Yun City.
Yun City was now only a day's journey away. He hoped to encounter less trouble on the road.
Especially people looking for a death wish. The fewer of them he met, the better. He really didn't want to get his hands dirty.
'Why throw their lives away like that?'
The final day of his journey wasn't on the official Huayun Dao. Instead, he took a path leading out from Yun City. It was wide enough for a horse-drawn carriage, but less safe than the main road.
He'd run into trouble even near the main road, so he naturally had little faith in this path's safety.
Evil thoughts can arise in an instant. Some people seem ordinary, but their wicked impulses emerge in the dark of night.
