Everyone in the capital knows that I, Su Weiwan, love money as much as life, but no one knows that I am guarding this rouge shop, waiting for a case.
A case that is exactly the same as my father's unjust case ten years ago.
My father was the best working man in the previous dynasty, but he was sentenced to death for a box of "poisonous" rouge.
From that day on, I was no longer Su Qingyue, the official lady, but Su Weiwan, the owner of the rouge shop.
I am familiar with every woman's face in the capital, and I am also familiar with every kind of incense they use.
Fragrance sometimes tells the truth better than human words.
Finally, my wait is here.
A noble concubine in the palace died suddenly, and the way she died was exactly the same as before.
The person in charge of this case is Xie Jingxing, the young and selfless young minister of Dali Temple.
He regarded me as the number one suspect, and when he interrogated me, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
"Shopkeeper Su, do you dare to say that this Rouge has nothing to do with you?"
I met his gaze and raised the corners of my lips: "Master Xie, it doesn't matter. Not only do I know where this rouge comes from, but I also know what kind of desperate face it is trying to cover up."
He didn't know that he was ordered to investigate the case, and I was here to ask for my life.
In this murderous game led by Rouge, the real prey was not the imperial concubine from the beginning.
But the people who stood under my father's guillotine ten years ago, smiling proudly.
