Song Qingya gently shook her head. "I'm not hurt, so don't worry. I've been very careful; she isn't capable of harming me. She's the one who's probably having a rough time. Trapped by Wang Kang, I doubt she even has the freedom to speak her mind."
As she spoke, she carefully took a letter out of her bag.
"Look. Song Chenglu had someone deliver this. The messenger said she only asked them to hand over this one letter and nothing more."
Fei Jin took the letter.
He quickly scanned the contents.
The handwriting was indeed Song Chenglu's.
This was odd—the writer's mood seemed unnervingly calm.
Abnormally so.
Unless…
'She didn't write it willingly.'
Seeing the look on his face, Song Qingya knew at once that he had spotted the problem.
She nodded slightly, lowering her voice even more. "You see it too? Something's wrong with this letter. It's too neat, like it was traced, or she was forced to copy it from a draft."
