Xue Xingyao did indeed hand the letter to Chen Shujing.
Firstly, he was someone she trusted.
Secondly, since he had already asked, she couldn't very well refuse and put him in an awkward position.
Most importantly, Pei Yan wouldn't be discussing state secrets with her, so there was no harm in letting Chen Shujing have a look.
The man unfolded the letter.
The letter was incredibly short. You didn't need to scan ten lines at a time; you could read the whole thing in a single glance.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly.
'Pei Yan, oh, Pei Yan,' he thought. 'Truly a man of few words.'
'I wonder if he's like this with Miss Mei, too?'
Xue Xingyao asked curiously, "What did he write?"
She tiptoed closer, the distance between them shrinking in an instant.
A faint fragrance wafted between them.
Her meticulously made-up, round face was nearly touching the letter, and her warm breath feathered across his wrist.
It felt like a warm breeze.
The sensation was unmistakable.
