After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

If the Prince Consort is willing to call someone a brother, then that person must be extraordinary.

Su Yang stepped up the steps, turned back and said, "Those few tails have been following me for half a day—go give them a good beating."

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel’s heart gave a hard thump.

Those following the Prince Consort were, nine times out of ten, people sent by the Minister of Revenue.

If the Minister of Revenue’s people saw the Prince Consort coming to him, they’d definitely misunderstand and think he had taken the Prince Consort’s side against them.

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel’s head started to ache. The Emperor clearly meant to topple the Minister of Revenue, and he naturally was happy to see it happen, but the odds weren’t good.

Especially since the Emperor had handed this errand to the Prince Consort, and the Prince Consort had found a small fry like the Capital Governor to handle it—this was practically child’s play.

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel had intended to just sit back and watch the show, but ended up getting schemed against by the Prince Consort.

Even if he tried to explain things to the Minister of Revenue, the man wouldn’t believe him, and besides, he wasn’t going to explain.

Since it was Su Yang’s order, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel didn’t dare refuse him face, and could only send people to do the beating.

Once they entered the mansion, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel invited Su Yang to speak in the pavilion outside the study.

The weather was hot, but the pavilion was cool, especially with the servants having carried over ice basins.

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel looked at Su Yang and said, "Your Highness the Prince Consort coming to my mansion—it can’t be just as simple as a marriage proposal, can it?"

Su Yang smiled and said, "Lord Minister must have heard that the Emperor has entrusted me with the case of the Minister of Revenue’s nephew killing a man, yes?"

This was something all the civil and military officials in court knew; the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel had no way to deny it.

He nodded slightly and said, "If the Prince Consort has words, please speak frankly."

Su Yang was a straightforward person; what he disliked most was beating around the bush.

But sometimes, a necessary detour still had to be taken.

Now that the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel had said so, Su Yang went straight to the point, "There’s no need for me to say how thorny this case is. Having served in court alongside the Minister of Revenue for many years, Minister Li should be far clearer on that than I am."

"The reason I’ve come to Minister Li this time is because I heard that Minister Li and the Minister of Revenue have some conflicts."

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel quickly said, "Your Highness the Prince Consort overstates it. Serving in the same court, how could there not be times when our political views differ?"

"The small frictions between me and the Minister of Revenue aren’t worth mentioning."

Su Yang lifted his tea cup and said, "And the matter of the Minister of Revenue’s nephew intending to seek your daughter’s hand in marriage—is that also not worth mentioning?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, "...!!!"

"This matter..."

"How did Your Highness the Prince Consort find out?!" The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel’s voice suddenly rose a few pitches.

"I guessed," Su Yang said.

The Minister of Revenue’s nephew had been arrested and taken to the Ministry of Justice because he beat a man to death.

The nephew repeatedly claimed that the other party had hit him first, and the Ministry of Justice’s examination did show that the back of his head had indeed suffered a heavy blow.

When the Capital Governor interrogated the Minister of Revenue’s nephew, he said he had been ambushed at Tanshang Temple, and only killed the man by accident when he fought back.

The Minister of Revenue’s nephew stuck stubbornly to that version of events, and the Capital Governor, not daring to use torture, simply presented the statement to Su Yang.

Su Yang certainly did not believe it.

He had people inquire about the nephew’s character and learned that he was a complete wastrel, fond of cockfights and dog races, spending his nights in brothels.

Su Yang went to Tanshang Temple to ask around and inadvertently learned that the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel’s third daughter had also gone there to offer incense that day.

Miss Li not only came from a distinguished family and possessed stunning beauty, her temperament was gentle as well—truly a model of a noble young lady.

The Minister of Revenue’s nephew had gone with his mother to offer incense and happened to run into Miss Li; he blocked her path from left and right, refusing to let her pass.

Miss Li was somewhat angered, but, knowing his status, did not dare provoke him.

The little monk at Tanshang Temple could testify to this. That day, Miss Li had originally planned to eat a vegetarian meal at the temple, but ended up leaving in a hurry.

When she left, Miss Li’s complexion was still fine, but her Maid’s face was deathly pale, her soul seemingly gone.

Su Yang caught a whiff of something unusual and felt that the injury on the back of the Minister of Revenue’s nephew’s head could not be unrelated to Miss Li.

After being struck and injured, the Minister of Revenue’s nephew had flown into a shame-fueled rage, and when he ran into some unfortunate soul, he lashed out too harshly and beat the man to death.

He did not dare confess Miss Li’s involvement—first, because his intentions toward her had been improper, which would worsen his crime; second, because then it would no longer be a case of killing in self-defense.

Originally, Su Yang had not intended to draw the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel to his side, as he knew the chances were slim.

But after learning of this matter, he felt there was at least a thirty percent chance.

Just now, with a light probe, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel’s expression had already confirmed that his guess was correct.

Su Yang looked at the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and said, "The wound on the back of the Minister of Revenue’s nephew’s head—was it inflicted by your third young lady?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel stared at Su Yang in disbelief. "How did Your Highness the Prince Consort guess that?"

Su Yang smiled and said, "The little monk saw that the Maid was wearing a pair of shoes embroidered with pearls."

"As for the rest, it’s time for Minister Li to tell me."