everyone had their secrets in the Pingkang li. His association with the House of a Hundred Songs could be more intimate than anyone realized.
“Bai Huang is the son of Bai Zheng-jian, a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Defense,” Wu said.
Yue-ying nodded. This was all commonly known in the quarter.
“Though the elder Lord Bai is assigned to a military post in Fujian province, the family maintains a household in the capital. I hear it told that Bai Huang only recently returned to the city, not even a year ago.”
He finished his report and looked to her expectantly.
“All I know is there was some trouble a few years ago and he was sent away,” she offered. “Something about gambling debts. I was new to the Pingkang li then.”
“Interesting. Anything else?”
The constable’s constant gaze unnerved her. She swore he had the eyes of a snake, never blinking.
She thought back to the previous days. So much had happened that month with the earthquake and then the dragonboat festival the week after.
“Huilan met with someone on the first day of the new moon,” she recalled. “A young man. He was on the bridge near the temple.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Did you recognize him?”
She shook her head. “I was too far away to see.”
He paused to consider the information, prolonging the silence for so long that she began to fidget. That day had been the first time she had seen Constable Wu as well.
“I didn’t pay much attention to Lord Bai’s exploits in the past,” she continued, feeling the need to say something. It was unsettling to have Wu staring at her. “He used to have a bad reputation, a reputation for being reckless, but when he returned, his reputation transformed into something more—” She struggled for a word. Wu Kaifeng waited. “Impulsive. Ridiculous.”
She felt bad speaking poorly of Lord Bai to a stranger. Constable Wu took a long drink of his tea and glanced downward at the remaining leaves, as if scrying for an answer.
“Miss Yue-ying, I am letting you into my confidence and you must consider this information very carefully. A young man who could not be identified was seen at the Hundred Songs the night of the murder. Lord Bai met with the courtesan earlier that same day. An item that belonged to him was later found in her chamber beside the body.”
A shiver ran up her spine. “But he was at the Lotus Palace that night.”
“That brings up another interesting point. Magistrate Li recalls that Lord Bai arrived late and uninvited to the banquet.”
“He wasn’t as late as it seemed. I saw him earlier. Downstairs.” She blushed, realizing how it would look to the constable. “And when he came up to the banquet, he sat directly next to Magistrate Li and started a conversation. What criminal would do that?”
“A bold one, for certain,” Wu said thoughtfully. “One who believes he is above suspicion. There was a scratch on his face that night. I saw it myself.”
“That was my doing. We had a...a disagreement.”
“That is not quite how Lord Bai told it.”
His tone told her enough about Bai Huang’s side of the story. She could feel her cheeks heating under the constable’s scrutiny.
Wu pressed on, “Are you certain he didn’t have that scratch when he arrived?”
“I’m certain. I struck him hard across the face.”
But she had hit him in the darkness of the cellar. She hadn’t been able to see his face clearly. Doubt began to creep in like a festering wound.
“I commend you for that.” He didn’t smile, but his eyes were unusually bright. “An aristocrat of Lord Bai’s stature isn’t easy to accuse. His father’s connections within the imperial bureaucracy are very powerful and Magistrate Li has warned me that we must step carefully,” he said with a touch of ire. “In the meantime, be wary of him, Miss Yue-ying. I know when a man is hiding something.”
CHAPTER FIVE
T HE DEALER LIFTED the clay tumbler over his head and shook it
“Bai Huang is the son of Bai Zheng-jian, a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Defense,” Wu said.
Yue-ying nodded. This was all commonly known in the quarter.
“Though the elder Lord Bai is assigned to a military post in Fujian province, the family maintains a household in the capital. I hear it told that Bai Huang only recently returned to the city, not even a year ago.”
He finished his report and looked to her expectantly.
“All I know is there was some trouble a few years ago and he was sent away,” she offered. “Something about gambling debts. I was new to the Pingkang li then.”
“Interesting. Anything else?”
The constable’s constant gaze unnerved her. She swore he had the eyes of a snake, never blinking.
She thought back to the previous days. So much had happened that month with the earthquake and then the dragonboat festival the week after.
“Huilan met with someone on the first day of the new moon,” she recalled. “A young man. He was on the bridge near the temple.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Did you recognize him?”
She shook her head. “I was too far away to see.”
He paused to consider the information, prolonging the silence for so long that she began to fidget. That day had been the first time she had seen Constable Wu as well.
“I didn’t pay much attention to Lord Bai’s exploits in the past,” she continued, feeling the need to say something. It was unsettling to have Wu staring at her. “He used to have a bad reputation, a reputation for being reckless, but when he returned, his reputation transformed into something more—” She struggled for a word. Wu Kaifeng waited. “Impulsive. Ridiculous.”
She felt bad speaking poorly of Lord Bai to a stranger. Constable Wu took a long drink of his tea and glanced downward at the remaining leaves, as if scrying for an answer.
“Miss Yue-ying, I am letting you into my confidence and you must consider this information very carefully. A young man who could not be identified was seen at the Hundred Songs the night of the murder. Lord Bai met with the courtesan earlier that same day. An item that belonged to him was later found in her chamber beside the body.”
A shiver ran up her spine. “But he was at the Lotus Palace that night.”
“That brings up another interesting point. Magistrate Li recalls that Lord Bai arrived late and uninvited to the banquet.”
“He wasn’t as late as it seemed. I saw him earlier. Downstairs.” She blushed, realizing how it would look to the constable. “And when he came up to the banquet, he sat directly next to Magistrate Li and started a conversation. What criminal would do that?”
“A bold one, for certain,” Wu said thoughtfully. “One who believes he is above suspicion. There was a scratch on his face that night. I saw it myself.”
“That was my doing. We had a...a disagreement.”
“That is not quite how Lord Bai told it.”
His tone told her enough about Bai Huang’s side of the story. She could feel her cheeks heating under the constable’s scrutiny.
Wu pressed on, “Are you certain he didn’t have that scratch when he arrived?”
“I’m certain. I struck him hard across the face.”
But she had hit him in the darkness of the cellar. She hadn’t been able to see his face clearly. Doubt began to creep in like a festering wound.
“I commend you for that.” He didn’t smile, but his eyes were unusually bright. “An aristocrat of Lord Bai’s stature isn’t easy to accuse. His father’s connections within the imperial bureaucracy are very powerful and Magistrate Li has warned me that we must step carefully,” he said with a touch of ire. “In the meantime, be wary of him, Miss Yue-ying. I know when a man is hiding something.”
CHAPTER FIVE
T HE DEALER LIFTED the clay tumbler over his head and shook it
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