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      “There was no one at the gate. I went inside and saw...saw exactly what you saw.” She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth as a wave of nausea churned her stomach. “There was blood everywhere.”

      “Did you approach the body or get close to him in any way?”

      She shook her head. “I ran out into the street and found someone to fetch you.”

      “Deng was no longer alive when you came into the room?”

      “No.”

      “And there was no one else in the house. You didn’t see or hear anyone?”

      She recalled this approach from the last interrogation. Wu Kaifeng would ask every question two or three different ways, looking for inconsistencies in her answers.

      “There was no one,” she said evenly.

      He was writing again, the report flowing neatly from the tip of his brush. From a quick glance, he was recording her words exactly as she spoke them without embellishment or interpretation. When he looked up again, his gaze pierced her.

      “Did you kill the general?”

      Mingyu stared at him, startled by his bluntness. “Do you think I could have cut a man’s head off?”

      “No.”

      She started to relax, but it was too soon.

      “Not personally,” Wu amended. “But you could have had it done. You have a way of getting others to do your bidding, Lady Mingyu. Of wielding influence, as you called it.”

      “Then why would I want to be rid of General Deng? I have everything to lose and nothing to gain from his death.”

      “Sometimes there is no reason.”

      Some unnamable emotion flickered in his eyes, but she was unable to catch it. Mingyu was skilled at reading a man’s desires. Not only when it came to lust or sensual pleasure, but other desires, as well. The desire for notoriety, for respect, for achievement. The pleasure quarter was there to feed into all of them. Maybe she couldn’t read Wu Kaifeng because he had no desires. He was as dark and fathomless inside as on the outside.

      “I am telling the truth,” she insisted as calmly as she could. “Remember that I was the one who came to you.”

      “As you did last time. You are a strategist, Lady Mingyu. You like to control the board.”

      There was no denying that. Better to know the positions on the battlefield, even if it put her at the mercy of someone as heartless as Wu Kaifeng. Fighting blind was the worst disadvantage of all.

      “Why come to me?” he demanded. “Why not one of your many protectors? You despise me, Lady Mingyu.”

      She was taken aback. “I don’t despise you.”

      It was a horrible mistake going to Wu. He was suspicious of everything and everyone. She should have known he would tear her apart, just like this, but she’d been scared and alone.

      “If you were so frightened, why did you wait for me in that house?” he challenged. “Weren’t you afraid the murderer could have still been nearby?”

      “You were the only person I knew I could trust.”

      Mingyu regretted the confession as soon as she’d made it. He reared up and leaned onto the writing table to loom over her.

      “What game are you playing?” His quiet tone held a warning.

      Instinctively, Mingyu shrank back. “There is no game.”

      “I’m the last man you should trust. You and I both know why.”

      She had no choice but to lay out all the pieces between them, which meant uncovering the past. The first time Wu had interrogated her, he’d taken out six bamboo sticks and laced them between her fingers. He’d held her hand still in his own as he completed the task, a gesture that was grotesquely intimate.

      Each time she’d refused to answer, he would tighten the string around the sticks, crushing her knuckles against the bamboo. Mingyu had tried to bite her tongue, to refuse to beg, but it had been useless.

      The entire process had been conducted with cold precision. Wu Kaifeng watched her suffer without a hint of emotion on his face, but then the pain stopped without explanation. The questioning came to an abrupt halt, as well.

      “Why did you spare me that night?” she asked him now.

      For the first time, Wu was the one to look away. “You were not going to reveal anything, even under torture.”

      Mingyu hadn’t been so certain of it. Tears had flooded her eyes while her screams echoed off the walls of the barren cell.

      Wu Kaifeng was the man who had done that to her. No one came to her defense. For all the compliments and praise that scholars bestowed upon her, she was still nothing more than a diversion. Admired in passing fashion like the brightness of a full moon, beautiful in one moment, easily forgotten in the next.

      “I would have never expected you to be the merciful type, Constable.”

      “It wasn’t mercy on my part.” He rose to his feet, forcing her to crane her neck to meet his eyes. They were black and unreadable, as always. “You may go now.”

      “You aren’t going to put me in chains?”

      Wu, perhaps finding the question unnecessary, didn’t answer. Instead, he busied his hands with the writing implements, setting them carefully aside and then lifting the report to make sure the ink had dried.

      She stood to leave, but stopped at the door. They were separated by the span of the room, giving her space to breathe. Wu’s presence was too overwhelming when he was beside her.

      “I hated you for a long time, Constable. I hated you for rendering me helpless. For seeing me at my most vulnerable.”

      “I took no pleasure in it,” he assured her.

      “This is far from over, isn’t it?”

      “There will be an imperial inquiry. Someone must be punished for this crime.”

      Mingyu knew she was in danger from the moment she’d stepped into the study to see Deng’s corpse waiting for her. She had been linked to one murder in the past and here was another.

      Conspiracy, the gossipers would declare. The general’s lover lured him to a secret tryst where he was then assassinated.

      “You asked me why I summoned you and what game I was trying to play. It is a game,” she admitted. “I don’t trust you because you are kindhearted and honorable, Constable Wu. I trust you because you don’t care who Deng Zhi is or how vast his forces are. You don’t care who I am, which means you don’t care that a lowly courtesan was found with her dead and high-ranking lover. Or that her life means nothing to the magistrate or his superiors. All you care about is finding the truth.”

      “If you’re looking for protection, you need someone more powerful than I,” he warned her.

      Her chest squeezed tight. “There is no one else.”

      “That is unfortunate.”

      He regarded her impassively, his face a mask. If there was any hint of kindness earlier, it was long gone. She pushed the door open, eager to escape. Part of her envied Wu Kaifeng and his unyielding approach. It must be freeing to walk through this world and feel nothing.

      CHAPTER FIVE

      GENERAL DENG’S BODY was brought to the yamen and laid out on a long table in one of the storerooms. His embroidered robe and jade belt had been carefully removed and set aside while the corpse, or what remained of it, was washed and the neck bound with cloth. The doors and windows were propped open for additional light while Kaifeng created a charcoal sketch of the body. He observed the tone and rigidity

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