“It’s me,” responded Ling Zhaowen. The Yamen runner recognized Ling Zhaowen’s voice and Ling family’s carriage. Startled, he asked, “Lord Ling?” Ling Zhaowen and Ling Zhang got off the carriage and walked up. “Lord Ling, Childe Ling, may I ask what it is that you came here for at such a late hour of the night?” “We are here to ...