Let us turn back the clock a little.
At the Editorial Department of the Great Xuan Civil Gazette, Wei Yan raised his head and stared at the golden hairpins emerging one after another from the paintings in the sky. His jaw had dropped to the ground, and he had forgotten to pick it up.
"Cao Xueqin... is really Little Martial Uncle?"
"I knew it! I knew it!"
"Who under heaven could have written a book like Dream of the Red Chamber?"
Just then, Wei Yan suddenly felt countless gazes turn toward him.
Why are you all looking at me like that?
I found out Cao Xueqin's true identity at the same time as you did!
"Chief Editor, you kept us in the dark so miserably..." Cheng Diefei said mournfully, and the others nodded one after another.
Wei Yan: "No, don't make things up. Listen to my explanation..."
"This matter was my arrangement..." Wei Yan straightened his expression and stroked his long beard. "Little Martial Uncle and I discussed it half the night before settling on the rules for Cao Xueqin."
"It was all to silence the Noble Families and Sacred Clans during the serialization!"
"Today, we finally have a good result."
"It was this old man who concealed it from all of you and from the world. Do not blame this matter on our Little Martial Uncle."
After speaking, Wei Yan gazed at the Twelve Golden Hairpins in the sky, looking like an old man comforted to his very marrow.
"Ah, for the sake of the world, General Chen and the chief editor truly went to great lengths." A Great Scholar editor nodded. The others suddenly understood as well, and their gazes toward Wei Yan filled with admiration.
"Since General Chen has already revealed his identity, everyone, get yourselves fired