The Grand Hall was silent as a grave, with everyone waiting for Wei Yan's reply.
Countless pairs of eyes, some filled with doubt, worry, or undisguised glee, were fixed on him.
Wei Yan, naturally, saw the manuscript too. His face was as pale as a ghost, as if he'd been struck by lightning, struggling hard to maintain his balance.
No further words were needed; his reaction said it all.
Murmurs filled the room, the sweat was pouring off those from the Empress's faction.
Only Jiang Shu cast a slightly sympathetic glance at Wei Yan, as if he understood what really happened.
The Emperor Yue's expression became even more cold, he didn't expect that his trusted son would do such a thing. He slapped his desk and said, "I'm asking you! "
Seeing Wei Yan seemingly stunned, Su Tang, no longer bothering about etiquette, slapped him on the back and said directly: "Your Highness, you should quickly say that this thing is not yours!"
