Chapter 94
A cute little shadow flitter bird cut through the sky like an ink stroke against dawn’s pale light, its sleek black feathers barely visible against the lingering mist. It moved with uncanny speed, gliding over towering mountains where the air was thin and sharp, weaving through jagged cliffs where few dared to tread.
With each powerful beat of its wings, it traveled farther, crossing rivers that shimmered like silver ribbons beneath the morning sun, skimming over rolling fields where farmers toiled beneath straw hats, oblivious to the silent messenger above.
Its destination lay beyond these peaceful lands, nestled within the heart of a bustling town. As the scent of civilization thickened in the air, woodsmoke, market spices, the tang of damp stone streets, the bird adjusted its flight. Sharp eyes locked onto its target, and with a final dive, it disappeared into the maze of buildings below.
The shadow flitter bird landed gracefully on the windowsill, its sleek black feathers ruffling slightly as it extended one claw, releasing the sealed letter onto the wooden surface. Feng Jiao Xue, who had been seated by the dim candlelight, lifted her gaze from the delicate silver threads of her senbon needles and reached for the letter.
Breaking the wax seal, her eyes skimmed over the hurried strokes of ink. The more she read, the deeper her frown became.
"The imperial court has reached a decision. The abolition of Crown Prince Liang Feng’s title will be announced within three days. The noble factions have placed insurmountable pressure upon His Majesty. Without intervention, the decree will be irreversible."
The candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows across her face, but her expression remained unreadable. Folding the letter neatly, she exhaled slowly, pressing her fingers against her temple.
Three days.
She set the letter down, tapping her fingers lightly against the wood. There was no hesitation in her mind, only the cold calculation of her next move.
"Sister, what’s that?" Mo Tianze asked, tilting his head as he dried his damp hair with a cloth. He had just returned from washing up after their spar, his golden eyes catching the slight crease in Feng Jiao Xue’s brows.
Feng Jiao Xue glanced at him briefly before lowering the letter onto the table. "Nothing you need to worry about" she replied evenly though the flickering candlelight barely concealed the sharp glint in her eyes.