Wen Qingyu slowly turned around, looking at Yan Daiqing approaching while holding the dossier.
His face was calm, yet full of sincere puzzlement as he said, “Your Majesty? Wasn’t Your Majesty inside the hall, going through the dossiers?”
Yan Daiqing, clutching the documents, replied, “I just went there. Didn’t see him.”
“Here, did you not see His Majesty at all?”
Wen Qingyu said plainly, “No, I didn’t.”
Yan Daiqing’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, “Really didn’t?”
Wen Qingyu looked him straight in the eye and answered honestly:
“Of course not. Do you really not believe me so much?”
Yan Daiqing glanced into Wen Qingyu’s honest eyes and suddenly gave a cold laugh.
“Of course I don’t believe it! If you truly hadn’t seen His Majesty, you’d say you did just so we’d stop suspecting, making it a joke. But now you say so firmly and honestly that you didn’t see him — that’s when the problem’s really big!”
“Tell me, where did His Majesty go?”
Wen Qingyu’s temple twitched slightly.
Looking at this friend who already knew him deeply, for a moment he could only say, “I don’t know.”
Yan Daiqing’s anger flared.
He swung the dossier in a wide arc and shouted, “His Majesty still has official duties today! Tomorrow is the grand wedding! You’re hiding something about where he went, aren’t you?!”