Chapter 4: Lies That Resonate More Than Truths

Before the Way-Defending Temple, an alley led to the front street and a river behind. Along the bluestone embankment, black-sailed cargo boats were moored, with porters bustling to and fro. The water mirrored the white walls and gray tiles, while ancient locust trees and weeping willows lined the shore. The alley was paved with bluish bricks, their patterned texture lending the lively scene a touch of serene elegance.

The Zhou residence stood here, with shops in front and the main house behind.

Many weaving families lived mixed within the alley; occasionally, the clatter of jacquard looms echoed through.

Xu Qi stepped forward and knocked. The familiar gatekeeper immediately invited her inside. Turning back to call for Tan Jiuding, she saw him standing at the alley’s entrance, like a night heron, hands behind his back, turning his head left and right as if on patrol.

Yet, as if his mind had eyes on the back of his head, when Xu Qi beckoned, he silently followed her, walking quietly behind.

The Zhou family had lost their daughter, and at this moment, the household was shrouded in gloom.

Even the golden osmanthus and magnolia in the courtyard seemed listless.

The house servants led them to the main hall. Manager Zhou, disinterested in business, was resting at home but came out to greet the guests. From the inner chambers came muffled sobs — undoubtedly from the grieving Madam Zhou.

“Miss Xu, and this gentleman is…?” Perhaps because their daughter was abducted by ruthless bandits, Manager Zhou was especially wary of the unfamiliar man present in his home, particularly someone as robust and upright as Tan Jiuding.

Before Xu Qi could introduce him, Tan Jiuding displayed an ivory waist token engraved with a Xiezhi pattern, clearly signifying his official status.

“I, Tan, am here by imperial order to investigate the disappearance of your daughter,” he declared.

Manager Zhou gasped, then knelt to the ground with a thud. The servants followed, as if before a living deity who could relieve their torment.

“Sir! Please, Lord Inspector, see with your own eyes and find my dear daughter Zhiwei’s whereabouts!”

Tan Jiuding helped him up, now embodying the benevolent image of a just magistrate. “Rise, Manager Zhou, and speak. My investigation must be discreet.”

Manager Zhou repeatedly agreed, staggering to his feet, then led Tan Jiuding and Xu Qi to the best seats, offering fine tea and fruit in hospitality.

Xu Qi sipped fragrant tea beside them, quietly listening to Tan Jiuding’s questioning of Manager Zhou, which was largely the same as his earlier inquiries to her on the boat. The conclusion was similar too—

The Zhou family had no deep-seated enemies; this misfortune was a cruel twist of fate.

Yet Tan Jiuding seemed to have other thoughts. He summoned the maid Mingliu for detailed questioning about that day.

Mingliu entered the hall and immediately fell at their feet, kneeling respectfully. Whether frightened by Tan Jiuding’s official token or simply nervous, her whole body trembled like a sieve.

When urged to speak, she refused to rise. Only when Xu Qi lifted her chin did she reveal swollen eyes like peaches, as if she had cried for days without rest.

It was clear she shared a deep bond with Miss Zhiwei and, as the sole witness, had watched helplessly as her mistress was abducted. Xu Qi empathized with her pain.

But as Tan Jiuding’s interrogation continued, Xu Qi gradually sensed something was amiss—

“At that moment, I only felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck before losing consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, Miss was gone. Those two vile bandits must have taken her away, my poor mistress, wailing…”

“Did you call out when they broke in?”

“I did, but they acted so swiftly, I only managed half a shout before fainting. When I woke, she was gone, so I called for help.”

“What did the bandits look like?”

“One had a square face and broad nose; the other had a pointed, rat-like face—both fierce-looking!”

“How did they injure you? Demonstrate for me.”

Mingliu extended her hand, gesturing over her neck, alternating between palm and fist, uncertain. “Sir, I really couldn’t see their moves clearly, only that they struck the back of my neck.”

“Are you sure they used only their hands? No weapons?”

“I believe not… They didn’t seem to be holding anything.”

Tan Jiuding rose, circled Mingliu, then stopped and turned toward Xu Qi. “Xu Qi, examine the back of her neck.”

“I already did,” Xu Qi said, doing as instructed, gently pulling back Mingliu’s collar to reveal a bruise turning purple. “If the bandits had used weapons, the injury would be far worse. Besides this, there are no other wounds.”

While pondering how to share her suspicions with Tan Jiuding, the man told the Zhou family, “I understand the situation now. I will accompany Miss Xu to the scene of the incident. You need not follow to avoid complications. When the time is right, I will summon you.”

Xu Qi had no idea what Tan Jiuding was plotting, but this was an opportunity. She nodded reassuringly to Manager Zhou, then led Tan Jiuding toward the rear chambers.

From afar, the Zhou family watched timidly and anxiously.

Only when she confirmed her voice would not carry did Xu Qi whisper, “Mingliu is suspicious.”

To her surprise, Tan Jiuding seemed to expect this, smiling faintly. “Didn’t you just say she was as close to Miss Zhou as a sister?”

Why did he keep teasing her?

Xu Qi snorted. “Times have changed. Had I not come with you, I wouldn’t have noticed anything odd.”

“Oh? Then tell me, what’s odd?”

“Her story,” Xu Qi frowned in frustration. “Mingliu’s statement today is exactly the same as on the day of the incident.”

“Isn’t consistency what a testimony should be?”

“There’s a difference between telling the truth and reciting a script,” she crossed her arms and propped her chin thoughtfully, like a scholar. “No one recalls events word-for-word. Yet Mingliu’s words are truly identical…”

“There’s only one explanation.”

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