"I know it wasn't you."
Prince Yan remained the picture of composure.
Crown Prince Fu Yuesheng's nose twisted in rage, "Then why did you have me return to the capital, for me to marry her? Has your mind been trampled by pigs?"
No sooner had he finished his words than his forehead suffered a thwack. It was Prince Yan, using the ink slab from the table to smack him squarely, seeing stars.
"Who's mind has been trampled by pigs? Is that how you speak?"
Releasing his grip, Prince Yan set down the ink slab and continued, "Minister Zhong's daughter isn't pregnant. It was a false pregnancy. And all of this was orchestrated by Ruyan. If you have any doubts, you should ask her. She's in the Feiliu Pavilion, and I believe she'll be rather willing to answer your questions."
"Ruyan did this?"
"Mmm-hmm!"
Prince Yan nodded unabashedly.
In fact, what he said was correct—the mastermind behind this affair was indeed Ji Ruyan, not Prince Yan.
