Jiao-Jie courteously accepted the lady's words at face value and dipped her chin in a sweet, little nod. Dark lashes drifted downwards as she lowered her gaze and raised a slender, pale hand in a gesture of apology. "Then I am sorry, Madame Shu, to bring this news. You do have enemies and my sources claim them dangerous." The full lips pursed and Jiao-Jie sought Li's gaze and then Wu and the Fangshi. "Most unfortunate but the dead man..." She cast a sympathic look at Shu... "has powerful relations. I am afraid the survivors have carried the news to his family by now."