If it was already so difficult for a man like him, how could a girl who was planning behind the scenes take on everything on her shoulder?
He would never understand this in his life.
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Under the oil lamp, Shen Miao was writing carefully. The snow-white paper was spread out, and Gu Yu was grinding ink at the side. Jingzhe carefully added some oil to the oil lamp from time to time.
She wrote extremely seriously. From time to time, she would stop writing and think for a while before continuing. After filling up the paper, it was already dark and quiet outside. Shen Miao put down her brush, picked up the letter, and blew on it. After making sure that the ink on it was dry, she found an envelope, put it in, and handed it to Jingzhe.
"Tomorrow morning, find a reliable person and send this letter to Chang Zaiqing in the Shen mansion. Don't let anyone else take it. It has to be received by Chang Zaiqing herself," Shen Miao said.