"I didn't speak to anyone else."
"You saw that too."
Young Scholar spread his hands slightly. "There isn't anyone else in this room."
If there had been, they wouldn't be sitting here facing Young Scholar and talking to him.
The woodcutter and the woman muttered inwardly at the same time.
It was precisely because neither of them had seen anyone else in the room...
That the problem had become serious.
"Ah."
Young Scholar looked as though he had remembered something.
"Perhaps what Sister-in-law saw that day..."
"Really was me talking to someone."
What?!
The woodcutter and the woman both widened their eyes.
Young Scholar curled up the corners of his mouth.
"That day, I was talking to Lord Wenqu."
L-Lord Wenqu?
The woodcutter and the woman both froze.
What?
Young Scholar laughed.
"I've simply read too much. Sometimes, when I rest, I can't help thinking about the future..."
"Thinking about my future..."
"After studying so hard..."
"Whether it will pay off..."
"I couldn't help asking Lord Wenqu..."
"Perhaps..."
"That's why it looked to you as though I was talking to someone."
"I really was talking to someone."
"I was talking to Lord Wenqu."
Oh~
A look of sudden realization appeared on the faces of the woodcutter and the woman.
So that's how it was.
"Why didn't you say so from the beginning?"
The woodcutter complained a little.
He hadn't said anything when Auntie asked that day.
As a result, Auntie had grown suspicious of his younger brother.
After returning home, she had even spread unpleasant rumors.
Thinking of the rumors about his younger brother that the woman had heard at the market, the woodcutter couldn't feel very good.
Young Scholar smiled.
"At the time, Auntie's question actually caught me off guard."