The weather has turned cold, but Shen Hua still spends New Year's Eve in Shengjing.
The customary desolation of the past is no more, as Duke Fu's Mansion welcomes the spring everywhere.
Inside the house, superior quality silver bone charcoal burns. After the New Year's Eve dinner, the Duke and his wife handed out red envelopes to the younger generation.
As dusk approaches, the streets are as bright as day.
After leaving the house, Xie Xun called out to the two of them.
"Keep this safe, what I give as a brother wishes for your safety and peace year after year."
Shen Hua's pouch bulged as she, taking advantage of Xie Xun chatting with Xie Yinong, crouched and stealthily moved toward a certain spot.
"M'lord has been so busy these past few days he's barely touched the ground, and I'm afraid he won't have much time today either."
Yingwu revealed, "A murder case has emerged at the Ministry of Justice."
Shen Hua pursed her lips.
"Is he still at the Ministry of Justice now?"
