Lu Wanrong hurried into the room and on the desk, she took a piece of cloth. The maidservant by her side hastily ground some ink as she picked up a brush, dipped it lightly, and began to write fervently.
"Having heard of the passing of the great ancestor, Wanrong is extremely anxious and worried. With the family's pillar gone, I fear it would be difficult to safeguard Huaqian and Tiaoyun Mountain. I implore my cousin to lead our clan eastward, to the Mushroom Forest Plain or the county. Offer up both mountains to the Li Family, and leave at first light. There still might be a chance to preserve our family's fortune."
"Should there be any hesitation or indecision, disaster may befall us within days, and it would be too late for regret!"
Pausing with her brush in hand, Lu Wanrong, looking at the tear stains on the face of the maidservant who had accompanied her as part of her dowry, said in a trembling voice:
