Zeng Anmin kept a blank expression, doing his utmost to control his emotions.
He slowly raised his head.
His gaze turned toward the Eastern Cult disciple who had spoken.
"Bai Ziqing, head of the Northern Sacred Dynasty delegation, once attacked this prince."
There was no emotion in his voice.
As though a bystander were recounting some insignificant trifle.
Just moments ago.
He had caught the faint glimmer in the eyes of the two Eastern Cult members holding up the mirror.
Then he understood.
He was currently under something like the "Heart Inquiry" state.
And there were traps in those words as well.
First, that Eastern Cult disciple was confirming whether he truly was Prince Nan.
If he was not, then that question alone would have exposed him.
As for whether "Prince Nan" had been humiliated along the way...
That did not matter to him.
He had finished answering.
"Bai Ziqing, you insolent wretch! How dare you disrespect a prince of Jiang Kingdom?!"
The instant his words fell, an official in the crowd flushed red and glared fiercely at Bai Ziqing.
"Slander."
A trace of "redness" flashed across Bai Ziqing's face.
He stared at "Prince Nan," standing before the enormous mirror, and rebuked him:
"That night, when you were abducted by that demon, what did you do before leaving?!"
Zeng Anmin's expression remained calm as he slowly turned his neck.
He looked toward Bai Ziqing.
Then his voice rang out:
"I slapped you."
Uh.
So they had just gotten into a brawl...
"Hmph! You all heard that. Even if this matter is brought before His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Sage Dynasty, I, Bai Ziqing, would still stand in the right!!"
Bai Ziqing lifted his chin and looked down upon the many officials of the Jiang State Imperial Family.