"Come in," Si Chu suddenly stood up straight, while Ji Jing glanced at him.
The soldier presented the letter, and although Si Chu's face displayed no emotion, his eagerness to take it betrayed his inner unrest.
Ji Jing shot him a cool slanting look, "Your Majesty, this is a letter from my family."
Si Chu turned a deaf ear, not even offering him a glance.
Ji Jing: "..."
Another day longing for the throne, it seemed.
Si Chu skimmed the letter at a glance, his normally icy expression gradually softening, eliciting murmurs of amazement from the generals accustomed to his unsmiling face.
His expression stiffened abruptly upon reading something in the letter, a clear look of astonishment flashing through his eyes. He calmly put the letter down, picked up the teapot from the desk to pour tea, during which he spilled it three times, and his hands shook so badly while drinking that he even accidentally dropped the teacup.