[Ah, of course that's what it's about. That's part of why Huaisang left him to wait, testing to see how set he is on this; the answer is "enough", and Nie Huaisang walks just a little faster. Nobody else needs to hear this conversation.]

He told you about a recent trouble or two, I'm assuming... it's good that he has you to come to for such things, Jiang Cheng, in his other uncle's regrettable absence.

[He's fanning himself idly; this one is a new design, too. White, with painted cracks of gold and cobalt spidering over its surface.]

I really don't know that I have anything to tell you that he wouldn't already have said.