It was golden autumn, and the evening maples were lit by the brilliant sunset glow.
From a distance, it looked like a sea of fire under a sunny sky.
In Shen Ningning's Princess Mansion, she and Mo Lingwei were secretly meeting with Lady Shu.
"Aunt, you can speak freely now." Mo Lingwei sat beside Shen Ningning, looking at the troubled expression on Lady Shu's face across from them.
Even after Lady Shu was no longer the Princess Consort, Mo Lingwei still respectfully called her "Aunt" out of consideration for their past relationship.
A short while ago, Lady Shu had sent word to Mo Lingwei, hoping for a private meeting with Shen Ningning.
Lady Shu had her trusted maidservant bring out an incense box.
"Ningning, when you and your second brother were investigating the case, I heard that a musk-based incense called 'Crimson Poppy' was one of the key clues."
"Could you take a look for me and see if this incense is the 'Crimson Poppy' you mentioned?"
