Heaps. Heaps and heaps of jade - both raw stones and already made into accessories split in two piles in the wooden building.
Snapping out of our shock, we entered the warehouse and began our search.
"Qingqing," Zheng whispered when I was searching near the heaps for any sign of where the jade could have come from.
My husband was bent over a small desk next to the door, a piece of paper in his hand. He raised it up, and a red seal of a bear had been stamped onto the bottom right of the page.
It was an acknowledgement of debt to someone named Lai.
The seal of a bear...
"The Shen clan of Tong Zhen," Zheng murmured the thought in my head. Folding it up, he shoved it into his sleeves.
"Let's go, before they return," he said. We hurried out, following the wheelbarrow lines back to where we came. Thankfully, no other merchants appeared.
We rode back to Ping He Fu, not speaking about what had transpired. When we got back, the sun had gone down.
