The delicate kisses made her fingers curl uncontrollably.
Ji Qingwu's palms had started to sweat. It was a wonder he didn't seem to mind, but she couldn't stand it. She shyly pulled her hand away.
Emperor Wu Su's gaze shifted to the incense burner, smoke curling from its top. He had no qualms about revealing the details of major court affairs to her.
"Yan Zongrang was targeted because he found the list of officials involved in the disaster relief embezzlement case. Ah Wu, why don't you guess who on that list was the most corrupt?"
Ji Qingwu's mind worked fast. She lowered her eyes for a moment, and when she looked up again, she had the answer.
"It's Mr. Tao."
Tao Wanxin's father.
She had heard that the Emperor had demoted more than twenty local officials in connection with the corruption case involving the flood relief silver taels. But they were all just small fry at the bottom of the food chain. The big fish truly muddying the waters had yet to be reeled in.
