"Not a single word was missed, that's exactly what he said!" Yang Tong almost pounded his chest, then pointed to the letter in Yang Yi's hand, "It should say the same in the letter to the teacher, right?"
Yang Yi did not answer. He swallowed repeatedly, took a few steps forward towards the threshold, and then turned his head, striding back into the room.
He Zhao followed, walked into the room, and then turned around to close the door: "Master."
Yang Yi took a deep breath, the hand resting on the back of the chair had already clenched tightly.
"Master," He Zhao stepped forward, "what should we do?"
Yang Yi gritted his teeth and turned around, "The letter was sent by that girl, it may not be true. Go to the palace gate and inquire. If they didn't lie, there will definitely be clues from the palace attendants coming in and out."
He Zhao agreed and went out.
Yang Yi turned his head to glance at that bottle of osmanthus, then heavily sat down.
