Li Ming'an was almost driven mad by his words.
But he was powerless against him.
He could only stand there very frustrated, thinking about finding a good opportunity to make a move later.
Qiu Lian was not as relaxed as them; he now had a few more gray hairs due to worry.
He clasped his hands together and, with an air of resignation, said, "Your Highnesses, I am incompetent and truly cannot determine whether this man's words are true or false. Why not bring this person before His Majesty and the Princess to decide their fate?"
Whoever wants to solve this case can go ahead, but he did not want to deal with it anymore.
It was already a headache that it involved Princess Lingya, and now, inexplicably, Prince An had been dragged into it as well.
Just after the New Year, he felt that this year was not going to be favorable.
The official hat on his head was likely not going to be safe anymore.
Qiu Lian sighed deeply, feeling that his position was truly thankless.
