Feng Yi squeezed Yun Zhao's hand, glancing at her again and again. Her words had soothed his heart, leaving it soft and sweet.
"Your father performed a great service this time. He was the only Assistant Minister left in the Ministry of Revenue with a clean record, so he was the only one who could take the position."
Song Yunzhao found his words a bit strange. 'What does he mean by "a clean record"?'
"Your Majesty, do you think my father can handle being the Chief of Staff? That's the Ministry of Revenue—the court's purse."
"He's your father. Don't you know?"
"How would I know? When I was living at home, I never dared to ask about my father's work. But I do know one thing: my father is an honest official."
Feng Yi was speechless.
'Those last two words are the real point, aren't they?'
