Ji Qingwu suppressed her astonishment and addressed Su Fengyue, who was walking ahead. "Your son-in-law's household is incredibly wealthy, Prime Minister Su. Even a Prince Mansion pales in comparison."
Su Fengyue said, "Song Wei's ancestors were merchants. His family has an abundance of gold and silver, all acquired through legitimate means."
As Ji Qingwu passed a climbing vine trellis carved from golden nanmu wood, its branches lush with leaves, a glint flashed in her eyes.
Su Fengyue strode forward, seeming to have seen through her thoughts.
He said, "An official from the Imperial Censorate once learned of their wealth and raised the issue at court. However, a thorough investigation proved that the Song family's finances are completely clean. There's no need for you to be suspicious, Lady Wei."
Ji Qingwu's sleeve moved unnaturally. She nodded in understanding.
