"Two people who spent months in the mountains of Shinju needs to have their rendezvous in the capital itself?"
"Let me add what the immaculate account of your agent has omitted," Seo says breezily. "Gongjunim mama went out with her brother, the crown prince on that evening in question."
"And I vouch for that."
"Yun wangjanim was the one playing in the brook, we were merely accompanying him in the spirit of the festival. There are witnesses from the imperial guard to the same. At my personal residence -" he pauses. "I was not with her highness."
"That is a fabrication. Where is your witness?"
"That would be me," the man who speaks has barely arrived at the back of the court chamber. The ministers of outer tire have to move out of his way. A fresh murmur arises to greet his presence and the princes standing below where the crown prince sat stands up. The grand prince Anjong strides in, accepting the bows from his nephews and bowing elaborately to his imperial brother.
