Jiang Pinwei leads them into the Yamen, the administrative offices of Jinping. It's a sprawling complex of pavilions, with several courtyards leading into many different offices, and crawling with government officials.
According to Jiang Pinwei, none of them can be made aware of the county magistrate's death. That's easier said than done, when there's six of them, and one of them is a young girl, who looks really out of place in an administrative complex.
"Master Jiang, what brings you here?" a man with a thin mustache asks, stopping Jiang Pinwei with an unctuous smile. "Are you here to visit the county magistrate?"
Jiang Pinwei's small hands start sweating under his wide sleeves. "Yes, ah, he owes me a game of chess."
The man nods, rubbing his mustache. "I see, I see, and these honored ones? Your relatives?"
"Ah yes, my nephew, from Yangli, and his..."
Wu Yun and Shu Luan were almost beffudled by the weight of their enormous gayness.
*Two paintings of two different women*
Wu Yun: This is obviously the same woman.
Shu Luan: They're twins at best.
Wan Mi: One of these women is literaly 90 years old, and I hate both of you.
The plot thickens, what is going on with the weird deaths, and why are people dying with a smile on their faces? Better than dying with a frown...but still...