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Chapter 8 : The Crimson Seal
The Great Hall froze. The messenger’s words hung in the air like a sharpened blade. The "Golden Son" let out a thin, piercing wail, the sound cutting through the silence. Outside, the rhythmic stomp of heavy boots announced that the Imperial guards were already surrounding the estate.
Lin Xia felt the familiar cold rush of adrenaline. In her previous life, a surprise witness or a sudden piece of evidence in a courtroom would make most lawyers panic. To her, it was simply a change in the environment.
"The Chen crest?" Master Chen stammered, his face turning a sickly shade of gray. "That’s impossible! My carriages have been in the stable all night!"
"The Imperial Office doesn't care about your stables, Master Chen," the messenger panted. "They found the carriage abandoned two miles away, loaded with stolen tribute silk. And inside the carriage... they found this."
The messenger held up a small, blood-stained scroll. Even from across the room, Lin Xia could see the dark red wax of the Chen Family Seal.
The guests exploded into whispers. Stealing from the Imperial Silk Office wasn't just a crime; it was treason. The punishment was the execution of the entire family .
Lin Xia felt a small tug on her sleeve. It was A-Ling, the Accountant. The girl’s eyes weren't filled with fear; they were darting around the room, counting the guards, the exits, and the faces of the merchants.
"Mother," A-Ling whispered, her voice a sharp thread of logic. "The carriage wasn't stolen. Carriage Number Four has been missing from the logs for three days. I saw the empty space in the ledger this morning. Father didn't report it because he thought a stable boy had just taken it for a joyride."
Lin Xia’s mind clicked into place. This wasn't a random robbery. This was a long-planned "Hostile Takeover" disguised as a crime. Someone wanted the Chen family dead so they could scoop up their silk factories for pennies.
"A-Jiao," Lin Xia whispered to her youngest, the "Shadow." "Go. Now. Find the stable master. If he’s still alive, bring him to the North Pavilion. If he’s dead... find out who paid his gambling debts this week."
A-Jiao didn't nod; she simply vanished. She slipped into the crowd of panicked guests, moving as silently as smoke.
The Imperial Captain marched into the hall, his black cape swirling behind him. He didn't bow. He didn't wait for an explanation. He drew his sword and pointed it directly at Master Chen’s throat.
"By order of the Emperor, the Chen estate is under arrest for the theft of the Tribute Silk," the Captain roared. "Seize the Master! Seize the Wife! And bring the boy!"
The guards moved forward. The merchants scrambled to get out of the way, knocking over jars of wine and plates of food. Master Chen dropped to his knees, still clutching the baby.
"Wait!" Lin Xia’s voice cut through the chaos.
The Captain paused, his eyes narrowing at the woman standing calmly in the center of the room. "The law does not wait for women, Lady Wei."
"The law waits for the truth," Lin Xia said, stepping forward. She didn't look like a terrified wife; she looked like a judge. "Captain, if my husband stole that silk, where is it? You found an abandoned carriage. A thief who goes to the trouble of stealing the Emperor’s silk doesn't just leave it on the road unless they want it to be found."
"It was a failed escape!" the Captain barked.
"Was it?" Lin Xia asked. She turned her gaze to Lord Feng, the merchant who had just threatened to take the factories. "Lord Feng, you seem very quiet. Usually, when a rival is about to be arrested, a man like you is the first to offer his 'help' to the Imperial Office."
Lord Feng’s eyes flickered. "I am merely shocked by the Master’s greed, Lady Wei."
"A-Ling," Lin Xia said, not looking back. "Tell the Captain about the logs."
A-Ling stepped forward, holding a small, tattered notebook. "The carriage used in the robbery, Number Four, has a broken left axle. It cannot carry a full load of silk for more than a mile without snapping. To get it two miles away, as the messenger said, it would have to be empty."
The Captain frowned. "What does that matter?"
"It means the silk was never in the carriage," Lin Xia explained, her voice as cold as ice. "The carriage was a planted piece of evidence. The real silk is still here. On this estate."
The Hall went silent. Master Chen looked at Lin Xia as if she were a stranger. He had spent twenty years ignoring her, and now she was the only one standing between him and the executioner.
"Search the West Wing," Lin Xia commanded. "Search the private storehouse of Concubine Hua."
"How dare you!" Hua screamed, stepping forward, her face twisted with rage. "I am a mother! I am protecting the heir!"
"You are protecting a secret," Lin Xia countered.
The Captain looked between the two women. He was a man of action, and he smelled a lie. "Search it. Every corner."
The next twenty minutes were a blur of crashing wood and shouting. The guards tore through the West Wing, ripping down the expensive silk curtains and overturning the gold-plated furniture.
Finally, a shout came from the back gardens. "Captain! We found it!"
The guards emerged, dragging several heavy crates. They smashed the lids open. Inside lay the shimmering, forbidden Blue Tribute Silk—the silk only the Emperor was allowed to wear.
But it wasn't in Master Chen’s office. It was hidden in a secret cellar beneath the nursery, right next to the jars of goat's blood.
The Twist
Master Chen gasped, looking at Hua. "You? You stole the silk? Why?"
Hua fell to her knees, sobbing. "I didn't! I don't know how it got there!"
Lin Xia watched closely. She realized something her daughters hadn't yet noticed. Hua looked genuinely surprised. The "Spider" had been out-spun.
Lin Xia’s eyes drifted back to the Physician, the man A-Mei had seen earlier. He was slowly backing toward the door.
"Captain," Lin Xia said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The silk is found. But the person who moved it is leaving."
Before the Physician could reach the exit, a hand reached out from the shadows and tripped him. He went sprawling across the floor. A-Jiao stepped out from behind a pillar, holding a small leather pouch she had snatched from the Physician’s belt.
"He was carrying the key to the back gate, Mother," A-Jiao said, her quick wit shining through the soot on her face. "And a letter from the Merchant Guild promising him a position in the Capital."
The Captain grabbed the Physician by the collar. The evidence was overwhelming. The "theft" was a frame-up by the Physician and Lord Feng to destroy the Chen family from the inside.
"It seems I have much to investigate," the Captain said, signaling his men to take the Physician and Lord Feng into custody. He turned to Lin Xia. "You have saved your husband’s head today, Lady Wei. But the silk was still found on this property. The Emperor will still demand a price."
Master Chen stood up, shaking. "I... I will pay. Whatever it takes."
"You have no money, Chen," Lin Xia said, her voice devoid of pity. "The Guild has frozen your accounts. The Emperor wants blood or gold. And you have neither."
Lin Xia turned to the Captain. "I will pay the price. But not with gold. I will give the Emperor a new contract. A way to produce this silk at half the cost and twice the speed."
The Captain laughed. "And how would a discarded wife know how to do that?"
Lin Xia looked at her four daughters. They stood in a line—the Accountant, the Spy, the Actor, and the Shadow.
"Because I am not just a wife," Lin Xia said. "I am the new Master of the Chen Estate. And if you want the Emperor’s silk, you will have to sign a deal with me."
Just as the Captain opened his mouth to respond, a low, rumbling sound began to shake the floorboards. It wasn't the guards. It was coming from the North Pavilion.
"Mother!" A-Zhen cried out, pointing toward their old home. "The Midwife! Someone set the cellar on fire!"
Lin Xia’s heart stopped. The Midwife—their only witness to the truth of the "Golden Son"—was trapped in the flames.
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