"A note?"
Wang Yiming took the note and hurried to Shen Hao's side to hand it over.
Shen Hao opened it, a flash of surprise in his eyes. He looked at the Small Banner Officer: "Where's the person who delivered this?"
"He's already left."
He waved his hand, dismissing the officer. Shen Hao lowered his head once again to read the note: There are suspicious circumstances surrounding the death of Qin Xiuyuan. Tonight at mid-7 p.m., Lechi Tea House. Awaiting your esteemed arrival.
Signed: "Yang Lin."
Wang Yiming kept his gaze to the side. He assumed the note was a private matter sent to Lord Shen by an acquaintance in the Imperial City, and he didn't dare look.
"Guess who sent this?"
Unexpectedly, Shen Hao asked. Wang Yiming was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"It's from Prince Shou, inviting me to meet at a teahouse tonight. You know your way around here, so come with me."
