As she sat on the sofa lost in her thoughts, a knock came from the door. Sofia ordered the person outside to come in, knowing that if someone was disturbing her at this time, it must be something very important.
A maid walked in and presented a telegram with both hands, respectfully handing it to Sofia: "My lord, it's a telegram from Chang'an in Tang Country."
"I understand... you may go!" Sofia felt her cheeks burn with heat; she even wanted to toss the telegram into the bin.
For her, the most difficult decisions might well be those concerning personal relationships. In business, she would never be so anxious and flustered.
What to do? At that moment, Sofia genuinely feared the telegram in her hand, worried it might be a love letter from Tang Mo.
If it were of such content, Sofia didn't know if she should refuse or accept it.
As a competitive businesswoman, she felt she should admit defeat and pay the price for losing the war. That was reasonable, wasn't it?