Sun Meihua found Lan Yue the next morning.
Not by accident. Not through coincidence. She appeared at the herb garden where Lan Yue was reviewing her notes on Qin Wen's messenger schedule, materializing from behind a row of medicinal jasmine like she had been planted there along with the flowers.
"You have been busy," Sun Meihua said.
Lan Yue closed her notebook. "Can I help you with something?"
"Possibly. Possibly I can help you." Sun Meihua sat down on the stone bench across from her, arranging her robes with the practiced elegance of someone who turned every seat into a throne. Wei Dong and Hu Lian were nowhere in sight, which was unusual. Sun Meihua without her accessories meant she wanted a conversation no one else would hear.
"I will be direct," Sun Meihua said. "I know what Qin Wen did."
Lan Yue's expression did not change. Bethany's training. Never react to information until you understand why it is being given to you.
"That is a broad statement," Lan Yue said.
