Thinking of this, Xu Liang made a decision in his heart. Since he had already made contact, he should quickly pass the message to the person lurking in the Court, so that this person could swiftly uncover the undercurrents behind the Royal Beiliang Mansion.
With these thoughts, Xu Liang quickened his pace.
Soon, he passed through the prince mansion's lantern-lit gardens and returned to the other courtyard, to the small building where he was staying.
Returning to his room, he ordered someone to light the lamp and then closed the door.
Subsequently, he strode to the book desk, looked at the paper pressed by the stone, picked it up, shook it, and the paper turned to powder. In the light a scroll, the flame rose a few inches high, then quickly subsided.
Then he spread new paper on the desk, pressed it with the stone, dipped the brush in ink, and wrote word after word on the paper.
These words still had no connection.
