Chapter 167: 30 Years of Faith

It is uncertain whether it has been forgotten or treasured, or perhaps both, but this letter from many years ago is only slightly yellowed, not as soft and mouldy as other pieces of paper, with fine flower fragments embedded within that remain beautiful despite the years.

There is neither an address nor a signature in the main text, just a few lines of smooth handwriting:

"After our encounter that day, we have not met again. Now, from afar on the sea-view platform, I see the harem courtyard where northeastward, amongst the decayed, palace servants dwell in disarray; on rainy days and with sweeping winds, they lack shelter, and I cannot help but remember your words of distress.

You said that in your position you could wander the palace and vowed to serve loyally. It so happens I wish to know of the affairs in the eastern palace. Ten years from now, whether you ascend to the temple or rot in a ditch, it will all be in your hands."