"This belongs to the Princess Consort!"
A Shadow Guard picked up a jade hairpin. Xuan Mei snatched it up for a look—it was, indeed, the Princess Consort's.
She had worn a set of night clothes tonight, with only this single jade hairpin in her hair.
Their spirits lifted, and they immediately began searching for clues in that direction.
E Jintang kept twitching his nose, trying to distinguish other smells from the miasma.
Mrs. E knew that deeply inhaling the miasma was harmful, but she couldn't be bothered with that now.
She knew her son had an excellent sense of smell.
She used to dislike him raising those animals, feeling he wasn't mature enough. She had thought the more he associated with beasts, the more simple-minded he would become.
Even his preternaturally sharp sense of smell had felt like a symbol of shame.
But not anymore. She was grateful her son had this gift; it could be useful at a critical moment.
