Zhao Mingyan said, "So, Prime Minister Su, you believe you are without fault? I wonder if the members of your household would all agree."
He said with perfect composure, "I wonder if you'll still be able to speak with such conviction once you're in the Imperial City Department."
Su Fengyue's eyes involuntarily shifted to the steward beside him.
'His communications with Xijin had always been through intermediaries; he had never been foolish enough to show his own face. But can my confidant withstand the Imperial City Department's interrogation…?'
Su Fengyue's intermediary was, in fact, Shang Rong.
Shang Rong gave him a nod.
'Shang Rong had always been meticulous when handling the Xijin affair. He used servants who had been born into the household and served for many years—all trustworthy people. More importantly, he held leverage over each of them. Even under extreme torture, they wouldn't give anything away.'
Taking all of this in, the light in Zhao Mingyan's eyes dimmed.
