"Every month, my mother sends me a letter," Rong Shuo casually took the letter, placing it aside, his tone gentle yet surprised, "It's been three months this time, and I thought something had occurred. I didn't expect you were sent to deliver it."
Rong Heng quietly watched him, his eyes deep and silent.
Rong Shuo met his gaze with puzzlement: "What's wrong, Wu? Is there something you want to say?"
Rong Heng opened his mouth. He wanted to say that Consort Jia had no more than two or three months to live, but he didn't know how to bring it up to Rong Shuo.
Even if he said it, with the urgent war situation, Rong Shuo couldn't return to the capital.
Furthermore, Consort Jia was harmed by the Empress Dowager, and no one knew the reason. If he told Rong Shuo about it, it might overturn his perceptions of the court.
Unaware of Rong Heng's thoughts, Rong Shuo adjusted his position, sitting up straighter.
