Han Tuozhou's face flushed. He knew Song Qingshu was mocking how they had clearly reached an agreement in Yangzhou last time, only for Wan Qixie's arrival to make everything change. Over that matter, he had cursed all eighteen generations of Wan Qixie's ancestors at home.
"Young Master Song must be worried about Wan Qixie," Han Tuozhou explained. "Indeed, Wan Qixie obstructed matters last time, but now he is nothing more than dry bones in a tomb. He can no longer stir up any great waves. Young Master Song may rest assured."
"Dry bones in a tomb?" Song Qingshu gave a soft laugh. "What do you mean by that?"
Han Tuozhou laughed as well. "Wan Qixie previously used Jianghuai to bind the court and himself to the same warship. But now that Li Kexiu has been captured by Young Master Song and the Jiangnan Green Standard Army has been reduced to ashes, Wan Qixie has lost all support. Many officials at court are impeaching him, and his position is now on the verge of collapse. If His Majesty had not remembered his years of service, an edict stripping him of his post as minister would likely have been issued long ago."
"Years of service?" Song Qingshu said coldly. "Wan Qixie has committed every evil imaginable. What service could he possibly have rendered? Was framing Yue Fei also one of his services?" He had always revered Yue Fei, and the more he spoke, the more indignant he became.
Han Tuozhou chuckled awkwardly but did not echo his words. Yue Fei's case was the greatest miscarriage of justice in the Southern Song, and it could also be called the court's greatest taboo. Though everyone knew Yue Fei had been wronged, no one now dared speak of reopening the case. After all, the emperor