The wardrobe contained sets of ready-made clothes.

Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on the belt of Han Widow's clothes. She took out the belt, which was embroidered with flowers that she didn't recognize.

He held it up to Lu Wujiu and asked, "What kind of flower is this?"

"..." Lu Wujiu glanced at it, and his expression changed.

This is amaryllis, currently only found in the State of Qi. It was transplanted from an island by a merchant.

Officials and nobles of the State of Qi liked them and would plant them in their courtyards.

The unsuitable climate makes it extremely difficult for amaryllis to survive, which is why it is so expensive!

Anyone who manages to grow an amaryllis can brag about it for a long time.

In some people's eyes, it is even more precious than some rare orchids.

"You know him?" Lu Wujiu asked, seeing him deep in thought.

Su Jiaoniang was surprised.

Is there something wrong with this flower?

“It’s amaryllis!” Lu Wujiu said, explaining the flower’s origin and uses.

Su Jiaoniang's teasing gaze fell on Lu Wujiu.

She thought Widow Han's target was her, but it turned out to be him?

Of course, we can't judge it that way; perhaps Widow Han's identity is more complicated.

Continuing to search the house, the wastebasket on the floor contained ashes, burned clean, leaving no trace of writing or clues.

Fu Tu squatted down, rummaged through the ashes in the wastebasket, and took out a small piece of blank paper without any writing on it.

He stared at it for a long time before handing it to Lu Wujiu.

Lu Wujiu nodded with a focused gaze.

Su Jiaoniang glanced at it, her eyes filled with tears. She was the one who had studied reconnaissance, so why could the two of them nod at each other just by looking at a piece of paper without any writing on it, and why did they seem to understand each other so perfectly...?

Is she the only one who doesn't understand?

"What kind of riddles are you playing?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

“Mother, this is bamboo leaf paper from Lucheng. It’s expensive and ordinary people don’t use it easily,” Futu said.

Su Jiaoniang placed a small piece of paper in her hand.

A small piece of bamboo fiber was also printed on the paper.

No wonder I recognized it...

So? Widow Han has connections with people in Lucheng?