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CHAPTER SEVEN

HUANG WENT TO the gambling den on a different night this week. Let the unpleasant Constable Wu ponder about that.

He still lit a candle and set it behind the dealer before taking his seat. He also had his usual sacrifice of a thousand coins, held together by strings of a hundred. There was additional silver in his purse tonight and he could feel it weighing on him. It was a dangerous temptation for him to bring so much money near a dice table, but he needed information.

The dealer greeted him with a toothy smile. Huang tossed a string of coins onto the square marked “High”, not bothering to untie it to parcel out a smaller bet. He gave another string to the dealer.

“Gao,” he requested, using the single name that his associate went by. The dealer nodded and made a signal to the doorman.

Play continued after that with the clatter of the dice, the call for more bets, the scattering of coins over the table. He lost the first string and losing made him want to lay down even more money. There was a time years ago when he had watched the cycle repeat until the black characters on the table blended together. He had finally emerged from the den to find that the sun was out and two days had passed.

He laid down his bets a little slower after the first one. Sometimes it took Gao a while to appear and once his thousand coins were gone, he would have to leave. He couldn’t risk staying with that extra silver on him.

Huang needn’t have worried. After only three rounds, a wiry, hawkish man appeared. He walked through the den with the ease of familiarity before coming to stand at the dice table.

“Lord Bai.”

“Lord Gao.”

They both mocked one another. One corner of Gao’s mouth perpetually drooped downward, but the rest of his face was smiling.

Gao carried a knife and worked for a money-lender, but operated on his own as well. He was knowledgeable about the world of crime bosses, gambling dens and other illegal, but tolerated activities within the city. Without question, Gao was an unsavory character, but Huang figured it was better to continue on with the one cutthroat he knew rather than venture out and make connections with additional cutthroats.

“I think he’s doing something to the dice,” Huang muttered, eyeing the dealer as he shook the tumbler.

“Are they speaking to you tonight?” Gao asked.

They weren’t friends, but Gao knew his mind in a way no one else did. The dice had just rolled three, four and five. He hadn’t bet that combination, but those numbers had always pleased him in a nonsensical way. That sort of strange connection with the dice and the numbers and even the sound of coins kept him coming back.

“A courtesan was killed in the Pingkang li,” Huang began.

“I heard.”

“I want to know who did it.”

Gao turned to him, still smiling. “It wasn’t me.”

Huang looked back to the table to place another bet. “You’re insufferable.”

Their association went back several years, back to the time when Huang had been a hapless scholar seeking a good time.

“I could have aimed a little to the left that night, you know. Gone a little deeper,” Gao said mildly.

“Do you want me to thank you?”

“No, I want your silver.”

They lowered their voices, but didn’t move away from the table. All of the gamblers were intent on the game anyway. It really was the safest place for him to meet with someone like Gao.

Huang passed him a tael of silver, cast into the traditional boat shape. Gao turned it around once to inspect the markings before tucking it away.

“I think Huilan heard or saw something she wasn’t supposed to,” Huang told him. “I want to know if someone was hired to kill her.”

“She was important to you.”

The quiet tone of Gao’s remark made him pause. “I wouldn’t be asking if she wasn’t.”

He’d learned to admit as little as possible to Gao. He’d also learned not to be blinded by the other man’s outward friendliness.

“I also need to know more about these men. Have they been corrupted? Are they taking bribes?” He provided the names of the Market Commissioner and the official from the Ministry of Commerce. The two bureaucrats who had been at the merchant banquet when Huilan had faltered in her singing.

“Those are a lot of questions for one silver ingot.”

Huang slipped him another boat without argument.

“Come back in a week,” Gao said.

“I always do.”

Gao responded with a laugh. “That’s good. You be careful walking around with all that silver, my friend.”

He most certainly would be careful. He never came here anymore without carrying at least a knife. In the three years since he’d become the target of a ruthless money-lender, he’d even learned how to use it.

* * *

THE MARKET WASN’T too busy that morning. Yue-ying was nearly done with all her purchases when she heard footsteps quickening behind her. They hit a near run before slowing down at her side.

“What a pleasant coincidence this is, seeing you here like this,” Huang remarked, only a little out of breath.

“Lord Bai.” She greeted him with an air of coolness, switching her basket to her other arm and setting it conspicuously between them, though she could feel her skin warming. He was certainly persistent.

He fell into step with her. “What did you mean the other day?”

“What conversation was this?”

Yue-ying turned her attention to a nearby fruit stand and started picking through a basket of plums. A day had passed since their last meeting. Mingyu had not yet returned from her assignation with General Deng at the hot springs, but that was no excuse to remain idle.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Huang admonished.

She listened with only half an ear as she selected out an assortment of plums and peaches.

“That’s twice the amount it was yesterday!” she protested when she heard the tally.

The produce vendor was unwilling to budge. His shrewd gaze flickered momentarily to Bai Huang, who reached into his sash and fished out a few coins. He handed them over without a second glance.

“Why would you be worried about my reputation if we’re seen together?” he asked again.

She walked on, headed a few stalls down. “Because I have no reputation to speak of.”

“That’s not true.”

“I know who you are, Lord Bai. And you know who I am.” She told herself she wasn’t ashamed of her past, yet she couldn’t bear to look at him.

“You’re Lady Mingyu’s maidservant.”

With an impatient sound, she stopped in the middle of the lane and turned on him. “Perhaps there is some benefit for you to behave the way you do. Maybe it allows you to avoid responsibility for your actions, but people will only overlook so much. And even you are not so thick-skulled.”

He looked startled by her strong words. Startled, and oddly pleased. “Assume I am so thick-skulled,” he said. “Why can’t we be seen together? I’ve seen you many a time.”

“At the Lotus Palace,” she pointed out. “In Mingyu’s parlor.”

“So...”

“There are many reasons for a gentleman to come calling on a courtesan like Mingyu. There is only one reason a man such as yourself would seek out someone like me.” He continued to stare blankly at her, waiting to be convinced. She sighed. “Associating with a talented woman who can compose poetry and quote literature enhances a scholar’s reputation. An aristocrat engaging in relations with a servant is nothing but an embarrassment, to himself and his family.”

Bai Huang must have known she was formerly a prostitute. It was no secret, yet he didn’t appear embarrassed to be seen with her.

“Don’t you see what people will make of it? Mingyu refused you so you settled on her lowly maidservant. Everyone will assume I’ve swindled you. You’ll be ridiculed.”

His smile was directed inward. “I’m already ridiculed.”