Chapter 293 Letters
Chapter 293 Letters
Especially in recent years, thanks to the extensive planting of winter wheat and potato crops advocated by his wife Xiao Zhixue, not only has the local agricultural structure been greatly enriched, but also the people's tables have been added with a bit more color. The economy and people's livelihood have therefore been significantly improved, like a ray of spring sunshine, warm and full of hope.
However, this warm atmosphere did not last long. A rapid knock on the door broke the tranquility in the room, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
Pan Luonan couldn't help but gather a trace of displeasure between his brows, and his voice revealed a hint of blame: "Why are you in such a hurry and don't care about the time?"
There was both doubt and reproach in his tone. It was obvious that what was interrupted was not only the time, but also the rare tranquility.
The servant outside the door seemed to sense the displeasure in his master's tone, and he stammered in response, his words mixed with nervousness and awe.
"Master, it's... it's a letter from the old master. It just arrived. The person who delivered the letter urgently wants to see you."
Pan Luonan was surprised. His father's letter had just arrived not long ago, so how come another one came now?
This sudden change made him increasingly suspicious, but his sense of responsibility as an official prevented him from lingering for too long. He hurriedly changed into formal clothes and walked out of the room, leaving his wife Xue standing there in a daze.
Gazing at the receding figure, she felt mixed emotions in her heart. She felt reluctant to leave her husband, but also felt a little uneasy about the unknown situation. She also felt an inexplicable resentment towards the servant who delivered the letter and her father-in-law.
When Pan Luonan saw that the person who came was Uncle Pei, the old servant beside his father, he couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart.
Uncle Pei's arrival is usually accompanied by important instructions from his father or major events in the family.
"Uncle Pei is here in person, is there something urgent at home?"
Pan Luonan's heart was full of doubts, and at the same time a vague sense of uneasiness began to spread.
Uncle Pei's face looked particularly heavy. He carefully took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Pan Luonan.
Pan Luonan knew what the familiar handwriting on the envelope meant without having to open it. It was a premonition, but also an unspeakable tacit understanding between father and son.
After reading the letter, there was no emotion on Pan Luonan's face, but the worry deep in his eyes was hard to conceal.
He raised his head and asked Uncle Pei with a deep gaze: "Uncle Pei, do you know what is described in the letter?"
Uncle Pei nodded heavily, his old face becoming even more solemn: "Master, I know everything about this matter."
Pan Luonan stood up and paced back and forth in the study. After weighing the pros and cons, he made a decision: "Uncle Pei, I am busy preparing food and grass for the border at the moment, and it is difficult to get away. If my father's condition improves, I will write a letter to Lord Xu Wewen, and ask Uncle Pei to deliver it to Huzhou on my behalf."
Uncle Pei understood this. After all, as a court official, he could not leave his post at will.
After finishing the letter, Pan Luonan sent Uncle Pei away and stayed alone in the study, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
On the other side, the morning light was just breaking, and the light coming through the window frame quietly woke up Xiao Zhixue.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, annoyed by having to get up late again in the morning.
"How come I didn't see that Fan Yanmu was a rascal before? He is just a wolf in sheep's clothing, making trouble every other day. Now that I'm pregnant, he still won't stop at all. I can't even sleep well."
She pounded the bed and complained in a low voice. Although there was some anger in her tone, there was more helplessness and pampering.
At this time, Siqin pushed the door open and walked in, followed by several second-class maids, who were quietly preparing everything for the morning.
Xiao Zhixue's personal maid has been replaced by Xueliu, and Yanyu rarely comes to help because she is busy with the wedding.
Siqin carefully combed Xiao Zhixue's hair and said, "Princess, Fudong has chosen a good location in our newly purchased courtyard and came to report it."
Xiao Zhixue nodded slightly, and had an idea in mind: "Okay, let the housekeeper handle this matter, and you can send someone to notify him later."
Siqin moved quickly and quickly arranged a simple yet elegant hairstyle for Xiao Zhixue, and secured it with an exquisite hairpin.
After breakfast, Xiao Zhixue strolled around the room, enjoying a moment of peace.
At this time, An Lan came hurriedly, holding a letter in her hand: "Princess, the wife of the prince of the Fuguo Mansion sent someone to deliver this letter."
She spoke a little hurriedly, and seemed to find this matter unusual.
Xiao Zhixue took the extremely thin letter and opened it, only to find that it was a blank sheet of paper. She couldn't help but frowned: "There is no word on the letter, so is the person who sent the letter still here?"
She put the letter away, feeling confused.
An Lan beside him hurriedly replied: "I don't know the details. The letter was forwarded by the doorman. Do you need me to check the situation?"
Xiao Zhixue thought for a moment and nodded: "Go."
As time went by, Xiao Zhixue thought more and more that something was wrong.
Why did Han Yuexi send a blank letter for no reason? Was this a conspiracy to lure her in?
With alarm bells ringing in her heart, she acted quickly, made an excuse to get others away, and walked into the secret room alone.
Inside the secret room, she opened the letter again and looked at it, then closed her eyes and concentrated, using her inner strength to explore the mystery.
After a moment, she opened her eyes and a hint of anger flashed across her face, obviously she had discovered the clue in the letter.
The long period of peace almost made her neglect the dangers of the outside world. Fortunately, this vicious plot did not cause any substantial harm to her.
After taking the detoxification pill, the toxins were quickly eliminated.
After leaving the secret room, she called Siqin, her tone revealing determination: "Siqin, come in."
Siqin came in and stood aside respectfully: "Princess, what do you want?"
Xiao Zhixue told Siqin about her poisoning and detoxification, and revealed her plan: "I guess someone is up to something bad, I plan to deal with it like this..."
Siqin took the order and left to start making arrangements, while Xiao Zhixue stayed in the mansion, quietly waiting for a reply.
Although she already had a suspect in mind, she had no solid evidence and could only hope that Han Yuexi would be able to find something.
At the same time, Fan Yanmu had not returned home for two days due to his busy official duties.
About an hour later, Siqin returned and whispered in her ear, reporting the situation.
Xiao Zhixue pondered for a moment: "When can we get definite news?"
Siqin replied, "The Crown Prince's wife said that there will be a reply by midnight tonight at the latest. Because the location is outside the city, it will take time to arrange for personnel to investigate."
Xiao Zhixue nodded slightly, a gleam of light flashing in her eyes: "We must be careful during the Qingming Festival tonight. I guess someone will come to investigate. We have to pretend that I am poisoned to confuse people."
Si Qin understood what Xiao Zhixue meant and was not worried about her plan. Instead, she seemed quite confident.
Just when everything was going smoothly, Xing Yu hurried in and brought new news: "Princess, I originally suspected that something had happened in the Fuguogong Mansion, but I accidentally found out that Yao Wei had escaped again."
"Yao Wei? Who is he?"
Xiao Zhixue was a little confused for a moment, as the name didn't seem familiar.
Xingyu then explained: "He is the illegitimate son of Fan Xuanhong, the eldest son of the late Emperor Fan Rongyu."
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