Chapter 866: Chapter 515: Lingfei Zhao: Little Sister, There’s No Need to Cry Just Because You Can’t Pick the Fruit
Methods of communication like Flying Sword Transmission and others have long existed on the mountains of the Wangque Continent.
However, they are not widespread.
They are too expensive for Wild Cultivators and small Immortal families and not secure enough for Great Cultivators and Great Immortals.
Moreover, for the latter, sending a trusted person to deliver letters and treasures is obviously more reliable.
Thus, only a few top-notch firms on the mountains of Wangque offer these services, catering to cultivators who aren’t short of spirit money and seek convenience.
Most of the young, talented Residence Students of Taiching Prefecture belong to this category and are also fond of trying out various novel things.
Therefore, Taiching Prefecture has a dedicated Post House Pavilion, where the daily inflow and outflow of letters is quite frequent.
It’s a bustling place within the prefecture, with frequent interactions between the students and the Post House Managers.
Zhao Lingfei, accompanied by a Post House Manager, arrived at the Post House Pavilion.
It was afternoon, nearing sunset, and the area outside the pavilion was quite crowded.
Interestingly, instead of the Post House Manager, who was supposed to inform the students to collect their letters, it was a woman with autumnal eyes who had just given a lively lesson to her junior brothers and sisters who was walking at the front with quick steps.
Consequently, the Post House Manager, wiping sweat with resignation, followed her with a jog…
Back home, it was usually Qian’er who sent and handled the letters, with Zhao Lingfei rarely overseeing them. It was only this morning that she visited this Post House Pavilion for the first time:
The previous night, tossing and turning, she couldn’t resist writing a family letter, which she revised dozens of times, to send here to someone long delayed in returning.
Fortunately, the distance between Great Li and Du You City is very short when considering the fastest communication and transportation methods like Flying Sword and Cloud Sea Ferry, just a few stops away, taking only a day for a round trip.
Zhao Lingfei arrived here in the morning to send a family letter, leaving behind an expensive Colorful Butterfly Coin, and by evening, she received her husband’s reply.
As for why the letters of the Post House Pavilion require both the sender and receiver to personally retrieve them and even dispatch a Post House Manager to inform them, it seemed unnecessary.
The rule of these big mountain firms is that letters and items, besides being thoroughly secured during Flying Sword transmission, cannot leave the well-protected letter cabinets at their destination, and must wait for the recipient’s personal presence to be opened…
Yet, even with such tight security and caution, incidents of lost letters and treasures mid-journey still pop up annually, possibly one of the main reasons this industry hasn’t expanded much in the mountains.
It can only serve a small group of people.
“That was quite fast. Knowing this, I should have sent the family letter to my husband sooner.”
Outside the Post House Pavilion, Zhao Lingfei, who had hurried over, stopped and glanced at the bustling pavilion under the sunset, nodding slightly.
If Zhao Rong were present, upon learning of his foolish wife’s extravagant act of using a Colorful Butterfly Coin to send a most prioritized and swift letter, and even feeling satisfied and happy about visiting again in the future, he would certainly smile kindly, lovingly hold her hand to lead her home, close the door, and together test the fabric’s durability against tearing and moisture behind the fragrant hips.
At this moment, standing under the sunset, Zhao Lingfei turned to look at the Post House Manager who had been following her all the way.
She raised her hand and flicked her snow-white sleeve, shaking off a sleeveful of purple mist, interspersed with two Green Midge Coins.
‘Purity’ swirled in mid-air, transforming into a little girl, her small frame shakily holding the two Green Midge Coins, drifting over to hand them to the weary Post House Manager on behalf of her owner.
The steward, previously wearing a bitter face, suddenly felt refreshed, received them with both hands, and quickly bowed:
“Tha… Thank the Fairy for the reward! May the Fairy’s future be bright, her beauty everlasting, fortuitous encounters abound, leaving others in the dust…”
In a good mood after handing out some tips, Zhao Lingfei was about to turn around when she paused, thought for a moment, and softly said:
“I don’t want any of that. I only want him to return safely.”
The bootlicking steward paused, quickly changed his tone, and said: “Then I wish the Fairy’s wishes come true, and she and her husband fly together forever…”
During the afternoon, Zhao Lingfei, known as ‘Sister Zhao’ among her juniors for her calm and indifferent demeanor, smiled slightly with her eyes squinted, nodded, and turned to head towards the Post House Pavilion.
Purity playfully spun around a few times in the air, hurried to catch up with her owner, and twirled lightly around her.
This tall, graceful figure with purple mist, plain garments, and autumnal eyes adorned with tear moles immediately matched a certain woman rumored within Taiching Prefecture, recognized by the gazes around her, becoming the center of attention for passers-by.
Zhao Lingfei’s expression remained unchanged, her gaze straightforward, moving ahead without distraction, as she lifted her eyes to glance at the space above the pavilion.
At that moment, Flying Swords with trailing lights occasionally arrived, whirling around before descending to the top floor.
She lowered her head, preparing to enter the Post House Pavilion along a path naturally cleared by the crowd, but in the next instant, she let out a light ‘Oh’.
“Little Xiaoxiao?”
Zhao Lingfei stopped and turned to look at the small figure she had glimpsed from the corner of her eye.
After watching for a moment, she altered her path slightly, heading towards the little fox demon who was spinning circles alone under the tree not far away…
Su Xiaoxiao was contemplating a major life decision of a fox!
Wearing a pink dress, with silky hair tied with a red ribbon, holding a pink envelope, she tilted her small head, circled around an apple tree, bare-faced, muttering incessantly.
“No, I can’t forgive Zhao Rong so easily like this. The grievances of me and the little babies can’t be taken lightly!”
If a certain someone were present, he’d surely be filled with disbelief, thinking baby? Ridiculous… cough, cough, it was only the night before your first separation when we were discussing names. No one’s pregnant yet…
At this moment, the little fox demon in pink, who had already planned the names for five future little babies, wasn’t bothered by such details. She looked skyward, sniffled, and whispered her grievances: