"Have you received any letters from Jia Jun while you visited your family?" Zhu Yu asked.
"No," Mrs. Jia felt a bit puzzled by the question, "Even when I stayed at my family's place longer than this, he never sent any letters to me.
My husband isn't the type to enjoy writing. If he truly had something urgent to communicate, he'd rather send someone swiftly on horseback to deliver the message than write a letter."
"Then let me ask you, the day you returned home, was it a pre-arranged date, or did you decide suddenly?" Zhu Yu inquired again.
Mrs. Jia didn't quite understand what she was getting at, but dared not avoid answering: "I was supposed to return a few days later, but I missed my child at home, so I came back a little early."
"Where did you encounter Chief Historian Zuo?" Zhu Yu asked, and added, "As I understand, Chief Historian Zuo has never been a guest in your home, and you usually have no dealings. How did you recognize him?"
