According to one servant's testimony, he didn't know anything about a Sacrificial Corpse Platform, but he... he recognized the large red chest that held it. One rainy night, he'd stumbled out of bed, still half asleep, to relieve himself. From afar, he'd seen a side gate of the manor open, and a group of people carrying things inside. Among them was that large red chest.
He'd found it strange at the time. He hadn't heard anything about new medicinal herbs arriving, and besides, herbs required very specific storage conditions. This weather clearly wasn't suitable.
Stranger still, the group had no lights, and every one of them was dressed in a straw rain cape, with their hat brims pulled so low that their faces were impossible to see. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. In the end, he couldn't resist sneaking closer and hiding behind a tree to watch.
Under cover of the night and the rain, they didn't notice him. But when a flash of lightning split the darkness, he got a brief look at several of their faces.
The two men leading them were none other than Mr. Wu and Steward Zheng!
There was also a stranger among them. Even now, he still remembered the man's face. He'd overheard a few words, but the wind and rain had drowned out most of them. The man had told Mr. Wu that the goods had all been unloaded. His accent sounded like... like someone from Shanghai.
At that, Jiang Cheng had Laifu fetch paper and a brush, then quickly sketched a portrait based on the servant's description. He kept making changes until the servant nodded and said it looked very much like the man. Only then did he stop.
Taking the portrait, Jiang Cheng had Third Young