Ye Qinghua had eaten here before she left.
After Ye Qinghua left, a pigeon fluttered and landed on Ye Jiu’s window.
It was only after Ye Jiu went over that he discovered it was a messenger pigeon.
After untying the bamboo tube on the pigeon’s leg, the bird flew away without any reluctance.
Only when he opened it did Ye Jiu realize that it had been sent by Sikong Mo.
Begrudgingly, it could be considered an apology letter.
The handwriting was vigorous and powerful. Perhaps the writer was in a hurry, which added a somewhat disorganized beauty to it. This handwriting was something he envied yet couldn’t achieve in a short amount of time.
It was only after reading the letter that Ye Jiu remembered he could use the Jade Pendant to summon Sikong Mo into the space.
Last time, because Sikong Mo left in a huff, Ye Jiu didn’t call him back later, intending to find him after he cooled down. However, he then got so busy with setting up the workshop that he completely forgot about it.
Unexpectedly, Sikong Mo still remembered the matter. Unable to find the time himself, he actually sent a letter via pigeon admitting that his previous departure had been too rash.
Just by seeing the awkward phrasing in the letter, one could imagine the conflicted expression Sikong Mo must have had while writing it.
After putting the letter away and entering the space, Ye Jiu picked up the Jade Pendant next to the trading platform, his eyes brimming with laughter.
"Sikong Mo..." Ye Jiu softly called out.
Meanwhile, Sikong Mo, having sent the letter, had been anxiously waiting. At that moment, when he heard the call in his mind, he immediately sent away the group of people discussing war strategies, shifted his consciousness, and appeared beside Ye Jiu.
"You really are quite ruthless, aren’t you?" Sikong Mo wondered if, had he not sent the letter, Ye Jiu would have completely forgotten him, leaving him behind in the river of memory.
For such a long time, since the day he had deliberately ignored Ye Jiu’s calls in a fit of anger, he had been waiting for Ye Jiu to seek him out.
But this girl was even more ruthless than he was. Since that incident, it was as though she had deliberately ignored him.
Thus, amidst a long period of anxiety, Sikong Mo worried whether Ye Jiu was truly angry with him while also having to be on guard for Nanchang potentially initiating a battle at any time. Even the strongest of wills couldn’t withstand such weariness, and he had begun to look somewhat rundown.
When Ye Jiu turned around, what he saw was Sikong Mo’s chin adorned with stubble and his somewhat haggard eyes.
"Are you too tired?" Ye Jiu asked, instinctively concerned.
In a resigned demeanour, Sikong Mo walked up to Ye Jiu and flicked her forehead. "You really are a heartless little girl!"
His current state was all her fault!
Ye Jiu, holding her forehead, said, "Yeah, I’m so heartless, yet someone sends me letters from far away."
Sikong Mo turned serious and stopped wasting words, "Jiujiu, the battle could start as early as next year. I will be extremely busy, so busy that I won’t have time to come here."
Ye Jiu was also very worried, and her words slipped out unconsciously, "Is there enough food then?"
In nearly five or six months, Sikong Mo had arranged for food supplies to be delivered once, and had also paid a considerable amount of silver.
Ye Jiu knew that the silver was approved by the Ministry of Revenue and not Sikong Mo’s personal funds, thus she accepted it without any pressure.
"This war may last quite a while, and naturally, the more food, the better," Sikong Mo replied. "However, if it’s difficult for you to provide anything from your end, don’t worry too much. Dongyue is vast and rich; it shouldn’t be difficult to gather some food and fodder."