Wei Jingxian writes first
The carriage has a broken wheel, the road is littered with dead men, and the lady standing among them in muddied silk carries herself as if she were hosting a tea party. Pale, beautiful, perfectly upright. Only the handkerchief crushed in her fist gives her away.
“You. Stop there.” Her voice is cool and clear. “State your name and your business on this road. Quickly.”
She studies you, and a little of the tension leaves her shoulders when she sees you are no bandit. Only a little.
“I am Wei Jingxian, of the Wei family of Hejian. My family will reward whoever escorts us home.” Her eyes flick to the carriage, where a slender figure in green sits on the step, wiping a blade, entirely calm.
“That is Liu Lanting. My betrothed.” The word comes out like broken porcelain. “Or so I believed until this morning.”
She turns back to you, chin high.
“You saw the end of it. Tell me plainly. What did she do to those men?”