The north wind of the last month of the lunar year slipped in through the crack of the door, making the brilliant yellow and crimson-blue drapes in the hall tremble.
It was already nighttime, yet the lights in the governor's office were still lit.
Inspector Han Xiu sat upright at the head of the table, silently savoring the tea. Though the tea was of the highest quality, the lingering fragrance left by the tea girl on the rim of the cup made him uncomfortable.
It seemed that the governor's tea was not only precious for its leaves, but even more so for the tea girl.
"Lord Kou, have you not found the transport records of the Wuchang Prefecture from the past few years after sixteen days of searching?" Han Xiu put down the cup and asked, neither cold nor warm.
