Somewhere inside one of the alchemy chambers, Lingling was cultivating. Her body was exhausted, sweat clinging to her skin. After some time, she finally stopped and sat down to rest.
At this moment a sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in." Lingling Said.
Her personal maid entered, bowed, and spoke, "Young Miss, while you were cultivating, a letter arrived from the Mission Hall."
"Mission Hall?" Lingling frowned slightly. Why would they contact me instead of sister Yanmei?
"Give it to me. And prepare warm water—I'll take a bath."
"As you wish, Young Miss."
"Wait," Lingling called again before she could disappear.
The maid turned back. "Is there anything else, Young Miss?"
Lingling looked at her, a hint of displeasure in her voice. "Have you heard anything about where my husband is? Mother hasn't told me, and sister Yanmei won't say anything either."
