At this thought, he took out another piece of paper from behind the imperial desk. He lifted a brush from his brush holder and dipped it in ink. Then he wrote two words on the paper.
Long Ji.
He stared at the words for quite a while. He remembered what Weiwei had earlier said and added an extra character behind the word 'Ji'.
Long Ji'er.
He touched the words with his fingers.
'Ji'er, I hope you can be free from all calamities and turn your ill-fortune into blessings.'
If the heavens could hear his prayer and help his Ji'er get through all adversities, he was willing to give up ten years of his life in exchange for Ji'er's safety.
He sat there for a moment but did not stay too long in case Weiwei suspected something.
The ink on the paper had dried and he folded it up once more, then kept it in a perfume satchel he would bring with him everywhere.
