Not a Single Official Dared Speak?

Amid thunderous applause.

Aha, seated beside Yan Huan, shot Wen Shiling a startled look.

She was clearly under four and a half feet tall, and her voice was soft and childish.

Why was her combat power in matters like this so terrifyingly absurd?

"Where did you dig up such a mighty general?" Aha looked at Yan Huan in confusion.

Yan Huan wore an innocent expression.

"I don't know either. Who said my Ai Huan group had no emperor?"

Clearly, Wen Shiling's performance had been nothing short of MVP-worthy!

"Ahem, all right. Let's look at the next recording." Asta interrupted.

The image on the screen shifted once more.

It showed Yan Huan exchanging contact information with a famous gay man from the Space Station.

March 7th: "..."

In the Audience Gallery, the gay staff member saw himself appear on the big screen and immediately became somewhat embarrassed.

He hurriedly lowered his head, hoping not to draw anyone's attention.

"This recording, I'm sure everyone has already seen while following the gossip. Yan Huan himself also said that he approached this staff member and proactively asked for his contact information. So, what does everyone think this time?" Asta asked excitedly into the microphone.

"Something is obviously wrong! He knew the other guy was a famous gay man at the Space Station and still went up to flirt with him. How could that be normal?!"

"Exactly! I usually avoid him, but in this recording, Brother Huan had his arm around him, and they even went into a room together afterward. There's definitely something fishy going on, right?"

This time, the calls claiming there was something wrong with Yan Huan's mental state grew even louder.

It seemed the verdict was already set in stone.

But just as the final judgment was about to be delivered.

General Wen Shiling stepped forward once again!

"Wait!" Wen Shiling declared loudly.

She still stood atop her chair, her gaze resolute. "This footage is clearly misleading. The truth is absolutely not like this!"

At that moment, a staff member could no longer hold back.

"Wen Shiling, you need evidence when you make claims, right? The recording is already this obvious. How can you still whitewash this?"

Wen Shiling snorted coldly and raised the glow stick in her hand. "I have some secretly recorded footage of my own. I request that it be played as reference material!"

Asta froze for a moment, then blinked her bright, watery eyes.

"Huh? Secretly recorded?"

???

Soon, the footage Wen Shiling uploaded appeared on the giant screen.

It showed the gay man taking off Yan Huan's clothes in Yan Huan's private room.

The filming angle was incredibly tricky. It looked like it had been captured by a pinhole camera hidden in some corner.

"What?" Yan Huan stood up, his eyes wide. "No, why is there a camera in my private room?!"

Wen Shiling looked a little embarrassed, her face reddening.

"Young Master Huan, please don't get agitated. Let us return to the main point."

Aha grabbed Yan Huan with one hand and pulled him back into his seat, laughing. "Pfft, hahahahaha! Kid, your Ai Huan group is really incredible!"

Hearing that, Yan Huan folded his arms and smiled proudly.

"Of course. As expected of my mighty general!"

Aha: "..."

March 7th stared dumbfoundedly at Yan Huan, who had suddenly become smug across from her. "No, what are you proud of? She installed cameras in your room!"

The image on the screen kept switching angles.

March 7th was completely stunned by what she saw.

Good lord, with that many angles, just how many cameras had been installed?

"1, 2, 3... 9... 32?" March 7th froze.

"???"

"No, there are over thirty different angles just from the transitions! How many cameras did she install? Were there cameras under Yan Huan's pillow too?!"

"Miss March, please do not interrupt me," Wen Shiling said with a frown.

March 7th: "..."

"As everyone can see, the gay man in the footage is helping Young Master Huan remove his clothes. After that, the two of them climbed under the covers together."

A wave of shocked cries came from the Audience Gallery.

"Doesn't that make it even worse? Isn't this even more conclusive?!"

"They got under the covers together!"

"They lay down together in the footage and even exchanged amorous glances. Something is obviously wrong, isn't it?!"

"Everyone, please watch this recording to the end!" Wen Shiling interrupted, waving her glow stick.

"Look at what happens next." She stared intently at the screen and explained.

"Look, that gay man climbed on top of Young Master Huan afterward."

"..."

Asta watched the footage, her face already flushed red as she moved to cut it off.

But it seemed she was already too late.

From the screen came intermittent sounds of "smack—squelch—smack—squelch..."

"Arlan, hurry up and bring me a basin of water! I need to wash my eyes!" Asta shut her eyes and shouted toward Arlan behind her.

The moment Arlan heard his name, he rushed over.

"Um... Miss, it's fine. Just look at the screen."

Asta covered her eyes, while the sounds of "smack—smack—squelch—squelch..." continued ringing in her ears.

"Isn't it still going? Arlan, are you trying to hurt me?"

Arlan immediately waved his hands, stammering.

"No, no, Miss... it's not what you think."

"He's only giving Mr. Yan Huan a massage."

"Ah, it's only a massage?"

After hearing Arlan's words, Asta looked at the giant screen with suspicion.

The male staff member suddenly yanked away the blanket, then took out some massage oil. After spreading it over Yan Huan's back, he wildly slapped it with the back of his hand while shouting, "Brother Huan, why are you still being shy? How am I supposed to really get to work with you wrapped in a blanket? Relax, it's just me here. There aren't even any cameras filming you, so loosen up!"

"Maybe there really are. There are always rebellious subjects trying to harm their emperor," Yan Huan muttered on the screen.

"Haha, Brother Huan really loves joking around."

Asta: "..."

Those squelching and smacking sounds had merely been caused by the male staff member striking Yan Huan's back with the back of his hand.

Case closed.

Yan Huan and that gay man from the Space Station really had not done anything substantive.

Yet everyone remained silent.

They had mainly been stunned by the conversation between the two in the video, as well as the more than thirty different filming angles.

What kind of ruthless person installed that many cameras?

Was Wen Shiling really that formidable?

"Well?" Wen Shiling proudly raised her chin.

"This recording is enough to prove that Young Master Huan is innocent. He merely found someone to give him a massage. He must have been too exhausted, so he had no choice but to relax a little."

March 7th sat at the judges' table, unable to calm down for a long time.

Fortunately, Yan Huan no longer returned to the room the Space Station had prepared for him. He generally slept in the Guest Room Carriage of the Star Rail Express.

Otherwise, who knew how much material he would have provided these brainless fans?

"Huh? Why isn't anyone saying anything?"

In the Audience Gallery.

Wen Shiling looked around, her face full of question marks.

Had she explained things poorly, or had she missed some details?

"..." The entire venue was silent.

Only Aha, the Aeon of Joy, had one hand resting on Yan Huan's shoulder while one corner of his mouth curled up wildly.

"...Pfft, hahahahaha! This is your mighty general? Those thirty-plus different angles in that video are more hardcore than secretly filmed hotel porn!"

After hearing this, Yan Huan was not embarrassed in the slightest. He even became smug.

"Huh? So what? This just proves that General Wen has strong practical skills!"

"I'm dying, hahahahaha... Kid, you're fucking unbelievable. You've really opened my eyes. Damn, you can still talk your way out of this?!"

Yan Huan: "..."

"Young Master Huan, we won! Hahahahaha!" Seeing no one below the stage speak up, Wen Shiling waved her glow stick and cheered.

Throughout the entire Audience Gallery, not a single official dared speak.

"Ahem." Asta coughed lightly, hurriedly turned off the video, and awkwardly picked up the microphone.

"All right, thank you, Miss Wen Shiling, for providing the clue. I believe everyone has gained an entirely new understanding of Mr. Yan Huan."

"Yay!!" Wen Shiling jumped with joy.

"Oh, right. Wen Shiling, remember to come to my office later."

Wen Shiling's smile instantly froze.

"..."