"It's easy to take Su Fengyue's life. Killing a man is a simple matter."
Ji Qingwu looked up at him. "But we can't just kill him so easily. With so many eyes watching, we need to present solid, reliable evidence."
Zhao Mingyan's lips tightened. He wasn't unaware of the importance of evidence; otherwise, he wouldn't have risked coming here.
But sometimes, for an Emperor, evidence was merely a bonus.
Executing him with proof in hand, making it perfectly justified, would be ideal. But if none could be found, a forced execution was also within his considerations.
Seeing the ceaseless killing intent surging in his eyes, Ji Qingwu stepped closer. "What if the Imperial Censors demand an explanation?"
"An explanation?"
Zhao Mingyan said flatly, "The world will only know that Prime Minister Su, upon hearing of his beloved daughter's death, returned to his manor heartbroken and died suddenly of a heart ailment."
"And Prince Yong will be the witness."
