Tria was taking a rest, sitting on a bench admiring the beautiful garden in her backyard, it was no longer full of weeds and dead plants, the flowers were blossoming nicely. Nia and Mia who were standing behind her noticed a male servant approaching from over the fence and went to receive him, it was Dewen.

Announcing his arrival, Dewen waited for the young mistress's invitation to go in. Dewen was the third prince's closest servant, Tria has seen him before, she guessed that Crei must have already sent something to her.

"Young mistress, Master has sent a letter for you. Master also wanted to let you know that the longing period officially begins." Dewen went straight to the point, handed out the envelope and respectfully took his leave.

Both Nia and Mia took steps back because they knew they were not allowed to know private information about their masters' life. Tria was holding on the envelope and didn't hesitate to open it up, and smiled at the sight of the first lines of the letter,

"My wife,

It has not been long since I last saw you, and I already long to see you again. There is so much to say, and following tradition, I can only use this method to talk to you for now. First and foremost, since we had not known each other before, we have never had the chance to meet, and I have not even formally introduced myself to you.

My real name is Creisur, I am known as the third prince of the king, however, to be honest I am not. I am telling you this truth, because not only do I fully trust you, I also want you to trust me. My father is from another place, somewhere beyond the Land of All. I shall explain more later, I just want to share this with you my wife, so there will be no surprises later. I am not tied to the Land, so if you wish to leave, we can go anywhere you want. Now that you are my wife, you are my home; where you are is where I will be, wherever I go, I will always come back to you.

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I will be awaiting your answer, take your time to think it through.

Please burn all letters I send to you and let no one else read them.

Also, do you miss me, my wife?

Your husband,

Crei."

Tria felt her mood sweetened, and she was pleased to know the magnitude of his trust in her; he was right, this truly proves that he could be trusted. She was also a bit surprised to find out that he was not the king's son. For the king to claim him as his royal son, Crei's background must be no less than extraordinary; she'll wait for him to tell her more in detail later.

Nonetheless, she herself did not belong here, she was just a soul transmigrated from another world. However, she could not share with him that her soul was from another world, not yet at least.

She did not wait long to write up an answer, after burning the letter, she had Nia prepare some ink and paper and started her reply. Unknown to her, she had already started opening her heart up to him. Her words fluttered across the paper like the wind, she was in a good mood and almost wrote two pages. Finished, not planning on having the servant deliver it and so just stored it on her body.

'With these kinds of secrets, I have to be cautious, I will send it to him later using my powers.'

Tria's powers have advanced extremely fast, what would usually take others ten years to complete, she had achieved in the past two weeks. She has been absorbing spiritual energy at every second of the day until her spirit body burst numerous times, into a new fuller sized one; she now has a spiritual ball three times the size of a watermelon.

After sunrise, she stealthily had her letter glide with the wind towards Crei's room. When Crei's received it, he was amazed to see the letter fly in the air. To be able to manipulate the elements one must at least be at the Saint level, he thought.

'My wife is a Saint level practitioner? Ha-ha, of course she is, to be the one who was able to move this King's heart, I wouldn't expect any less.' He was proudly looking at the letter in the air, he had yet to grab hold of it.

If Tria could see his shamelessness, she would definitely have face-palm herself and probably smack that prideful smirk off his handsome face.