"Maybe he really escaped to Yongshan City."

"Where is Duan Liuyang now?"

Feng Jiuer grabbed the letter tightly and sat back in her seat.

She has never seen Duan Liuyang's handwriting, but she has seen Duan Wucheng's handwriting.

The handwriting of this letter is sixty-six times similar to Duan Wucheng's, and it has a bit more feminine tenderness. Perhaps it was really written by Duan Liuyang.

If Duan Wucheng really died, Feng Jiuer would also feel very sorry.

The key now is whether Duan Liuyang is still fine. If she hadn't almost emptied Duan Wucheng's troops, he wouldn't have died.

At least, she wanted to keep the daughter of the early lord of Yongshan City.

"Jiu'er."

At this moment, Xing Zizhou also strode in.

"Brother said it was a beggar-looking man who brought the letter."

As soon as Xing Zizhou finished speaking, people had already arrived in front of Feng Jiuer.

Feng Jiuer took the letter and read it carefully.

"It's Lei Ming."

She sighed lightly, "Lei Ming said that Duan Liuyang is in his hands and asked me to replace him with Lei Shenbao."

"What?"

Xing Zizhou's eyes widened, "How could Miss Duan be in Lei Ming's hands?"

"More than that."

Zhao Yusheng turned his head and looked at him, "I just received a letter from Communication Bird, and the name of the letter is Duan Liuyang."

"She said that his whole family was killed by the guards."

Xing Zizhou frowned and clenched his fist tightly.

"I didn't expect Lei Ming to go to Yongshan City."

He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Jiu'er, comforting him: "Jiu'er, you don't need to blame yourself for this."

"Master Duan asked you to take him away, and you took the initiative to leave three thousand troops for him."
Chapter completed!