Chapter 1349: A Letter from Dragon Flame

"It's me."

Liu Zheng heard this and hurriedly rose to look toward the tightly shut doorway; through the door, he had not heard clearly whose voice it was.

However, the other party was actually speaking Longyan Language, a language so complex and difficult to master that, outside of the Dragon Flame Nation, very few people could speak it.

Especially in Europe, there were even fewer who could speak Longyan Language well.

Could it be the Prince of Yong?

But the two had met not long ago, and given his temperament, it was impossible for him to come knocking on the door so brazenly.

Who on earth could it be, proficient in Longyan Language and also knowing that I am staying here?

Liu Zheng approached the doorway, one hand gripping a short gun, moving slowly until he was hiding behind the wall, then quietly opened a crack in the door.

He was stunned the instant he saw the man in black standing at the door.

"Why have you come?"

Seeing who it was, Liu Zheng let down his guard and opened the main door; seeing this familiar face, he felt a bit of joy, but more so confusion.

"Your subordinate Ling Chen pays respects to..."

"Shh!"

Liu Zheng hurriedly pulled Ling Chen into the room, shut the doors and windows tightly, and looking at Ling Chen, said, "You are supposed to be at the East India Company, how did you run all the way here?"

Liu Zheng had handed the East India Company over to Ling Chen to manage a long time ago, and it was thanks to him that the entire East India had not suffered any major disasters.

However, as the actual controller of the East India Company, Ling Chen rarely 'neglected his duties'.

Usually, he would basically never leave the East India Company; he hadn't expected him to run to Austria this time.

Ling Chen said with a straight face, "To deliver a letter!"

"A letter?" Liu Zheng was taken aback.

Ling Chen took the thick envelope wrapped in cowhide paper from his bosom and handed it to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng looked at this letter suspiciously, slightly dazed.

"Whose letter is it that requires you to deliver it?" Liu Zheng asked, but Ling Chen did not answer.

Liu Zheng could only let it go and tore open the outer cowhide paper, wondering what kind of letter could be so thick and still wrapped in cowhide paper.

When he opened the envelope, Liu Zheng was instantly stunned—why was there another layer of cowhide paper inside!

Liu Zheng looked blankly at Ling Chen.

"Your subordinate was afraid that the letter inside might have issues, so I wrapped it in several layers," Ling Chen replied.

Fine... Liu Zheng was speechless; in his impression, Ling Chen was decisive in his actions but also extremely cautious, so there was nothing wrong with that.

But when Liu Zheng opened the second layer of cowhide paper and looked at the envelope.

"Exactly how many layers of cowhide paper did you wrap it in?"

Ling Chen cupped his chin, thought about it carefully, and held up five fingers.

"Five layers?" Liu Zheng was stunned.

What kind of letter is worth you wrapping it in five layers of cowhide paper!

Liu Zheng took a knife to cut open the thick cowhide paper on the outside, pulled out the letter inside, and upon seeing the words on it, he immediately understood why Ling Chen was so cautious.

Longyan Eight Hundred Li Urgent!

Liu Zheng's expression was grave; how long had he been gone for something to happen in Longyan, and his own intelligence organization hadn't even told him.

Xie Chan also crowded over at this moment, and Ling Chen looked at Xie Chan and bowed: "Her Highness the Princess."

Xie Chan looked closely, joy appearing on her face, and she hurried over, snatching the envelope from Liu Zheng's hand.

Liu Zheng leaned over to look, but was left aside by Xie Chan.

Ever since arriving in Europe, Xie Chan had not heard any news from Longyan, but after seeing what was written on the Longyan envelope.

Xie Chan's heart skipped a beat; is something wrong in Longyan? Could something really have happened in Longyan?

When they came to Europe, it was exactly the time of their grand wedding, and many guests had come to Longyan; could there have been some mishap?

Xie Chan was filled with worry, tore open the letter, and saw the contents inside.

"Liu Zheng, this letter, this letter..."

Liu Zheng was anxious and hurriedly asked, "What does the letter say?"

Xie Chan suddenly blushed, shoved the envelope to Liu Zheng, and ran back into the room with small steps as if fleeing, slamming the door shut with a bang.

"This..." Liu Zheng was bewildered.

He looked at the letter in his arms and couldn't help but pick it up out of curiosity; what kind of content could make Xie Chan react so strongly?

Liu Zheng looked at the contents of the letter and was instantly stunned.

"We can't control you and Chan'er going to Europe, but when you return, I must be presented with a grandson, or a granddaughter!"

Signed—Feng Sanniang.

Liu Dahao wrote in the letter: "Son, your old man has the same idea as your mother; you must hurry up and expand the branches and leaves for our old Liu Family."

"You need to step up, understand?"

"This... hehe, picture that your father has treasured for many years, you can study it slowly."

He looked again at what was written on the envelope.

Longyan Eight Hundred Li Urgent!

"Mom and Dad, you guys too..." Liu Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

At this moment, Liu Zheng saw the painting Liu Dahao had stuffed into the envelope and suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

This painting, I have to say, was too... you know.

Liu Zheng turned around and suddenly saw Ling Chen behind him, staring fixedly at this painting without stopping.

The two grown men suddenly locked eyes, and the scene was a little awkward.

"Heh heh." Liu Zheng gave two awkward laughs, suddenly remembering that Ling Chen did not seem to have a partner yet.

Longyan was still somewhat conservative, and very few such explicit pictures circulated.

But Ling Chen seemed to feel no embarrassment at all as he turned around.

"My lord, I have delivered the letter, I shall take my leave first." Ling Chen dropped this sentence and fled Liu Zheng's house as if flying.

But he had just reached the doorway and had not yet opened the door.

Liu Zheng said: "Since you are here, don't leave yet."

Ling Chen's footsteps faltered, and he coughed twice, feeling somewhat embarrassed: "Ahem, that wouldn't be very good."

"East India is waiting for me to return, and I am still preparing to have a fight with Britain in India."

"What is the rush? Austria is not as conservative as Longyan. Tonight I will take you to a place, and you can leave after you have settled things."

Upon hearing these words, Ling Chen, a general who was decisive in slaughter on the battlefield, actually blushed all of a sudden.

He had never even held a woman's hand, so how would he understand such things?

But his mouth honestly agreed to it, while he silently recited in his heart, I am just following the arrangements of Chief Councilor.

"Tch, men are all no good!" Xie Chan hid in the room and heard Liu Zheng's conversation.

She grumbled, but Xie Chan also knew that it was the location for contacting Prince Yong, where the crowd was mixed.

It was suitable for Longyan people to appear now, and they would not be suspected.

Just like that, they waited until late at night; tonight Xie Chan did not even let Liu Zheng enter the room, probably out of shyness.

Liu Zheng chuckled.

When night fell, Liu Zheng led Ling Chen walking along a dim path.

After turning left and right, they arrived at a small shop that looked brightly lit from the outside.

It was inscribed with Austrian, which Ling Chen could not read, but he recognized the pattern of a wine glass.

"An Austrian tavern?" Ling Chen murmured.

It looked like an ordinary Small Tavern; it seemed he had overthought it, and Chief Councilor was not planning to take him to some place of ill repute.

Thinking of this, Ling Chen felt a little disappointed, yet also a little relieved, for reasons unknown.

"Let's go."

After Ling Chen walked in, he was suddenly stunned; wasn't this just an ordinary Small Tavern?