Life at Wutong Garden had been far too peaceful. But for days now, ever since the attempt on the Emperor's life, Ji Qingwu's heart had been fraught with anxiety.
It wasn't until Su Fengyue's arrest tonight that her heart finally found some measure of peace.
Ji Qingwu clutched the covers and turned over, her unfocused gaze fixed on the pearwood carvings of the headboard.
The evidence in Su Fengyue's case was ironclad, leaving only the loose ends to be tied up. A big fish in the court had been caught, and the stirred-up waters of the pond would remain murky for a while longer before they cleared once more.
Next, Emperor Wu Su would begin his reckoning.
The Empress Dowager's actions had not disappointed the Emperor, and Wei Ting, in particular, had given him a "big surprise."
Ji Qingwu had married into the Wei Family, but she was also a Ji by birth. No matter how she looked at it, there was no way she could remain uninvolved.
