Fortunately, Su Mianmian did not keep him in suspense any longer; she ranted and raved, finally spilling the beans.
The reason Wen Cheng needed to ask the Emperor for money was that they had just buried two hundred thousand taels of silver and a cache of weaponry in a vacant residence belonging to Su Mianmian’s maternal grandfather. Once the timing was right, those people intended to have someone submit a memorial impeaching her grandfather. If two hundred thousand taels were dug up, her grandfather’s family wouldn’t be able to clear their name even if they had a hundred mouths to argue with. Even if they tried to claim they were being framed, who would believe that someone would go to the trouble of framing them with such a massive fortune and a pile of refined weapons?
Su Mianmian’s little nose twitched with anger. Infants have shallow tear ducts, and she couldn't help but let her eyes well up the moment she felt distressed. A bunch of scum! A bunch of degenerates! To frame a loyal official, they would stoop to such tactics. Her grandfather was a man of such integrity that, in order to prove his family’s innocence, he would eventually dash his own brains out on the steps of the throne room. His blood would splatter right there on the spot.
Chapter 23