Zhang Yun quickly wrote a letter, addressing it to the Princess and her husband, for the two of them.
After he finished writing, he let the hawk rest until it was fit, tied the letter on the hawk's leg and let it fly.
Naturally the hawk flew faster than Cui Xingzhi and Ning Ze's marathon journey. Two days later, it arrived in the Nanchu Capital, landing on Su Rong's shoulder.
At that moment, Su Rong had just left the Council Hall, not because she had finished work for the day, but because she needed a break after consecutive days of intense deliberation with the ministers, wracking her brains to discuss important affairs. Tired as she was, she insisted on having a break midway, regardless of what anyone said. Just half an hour to get a breath of fresh air outside the Council Hall would suffice.
The hawk arrived just at this juncture.