Not a Single Official in the Entire Court Dared to Speak?

Amidst thunderous applause.

Aha, sitting next to Yan Huan, glanced at Wen Shiling in astonishment.

She was barely 1.4 meters tall and spoke with a childish voice.

Why was her combat power so terrifying in matters like this?

"Where did you dig up this general?" Aha looked at the Yan person in confusion.

Yan Huan looked innocent:

"I don't know either. Who says my Ai Huan group doesn't have a great emperor?"

Clearly, Wen Shiling's performance was MVP-worthy!

"Ahem, alright, let's look at the next recording," Asta interrupted.

The image on the screen changed again.

It showed Yan Huan exchanging contact information with a well-known gay man on the space station.

March 7th: "..."

In the audience, the male employee who saw himself on the big screen felt a bit awkward.

He quickly ducked his head, hoping not to attract attention.

"As for this recording, I'm sure everyone has already gossiped about it. Yan Huan himself said that he was the one who approached this employee to ask for his contact information. What are your thoughts this time?" Asta said excitedly, holding the microphone.

"It's obviously not right. Knowing the other person is a well-known gay man on the space station and still approaching him to chat, is that normal?!"

"That's right. I usually avoid them. In this recording, Brother Huan is arm-in-arm with him and they even went into a room together. There's definitely something wrong with that, isn't there?"

This time, the calls for Yan Huan's mental state to be questioned grew louder.

It seemed the verdict was already set in stone.

But just as the final nail was about to be hammered in.

Our General Wen Shiling stepped forward again!

"Wait!" Wen Shiling called out loudly.

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

At this moment, an employee couldn't help but speak up.

"Wen Shiling, you need evidence when you speak. This recording is so obvious, how can you possibly spin it?"

Wen Shiling snorted coldly and raised her glow stick: "I have a recording I took privately here. I request to play it as reference material!"

Asta was stunned for a moment, then blinked her big, clear eyes:

"Ah? Private recording?"

???

Soon, the footage uploaded by Wen Shiling was displayed on the big screen.

It showed the gay man undressing Yan Huan in his private room.

The shooting angle was extremely tricky, appearing to be from a hidden pinhole camera stuck in a corner.

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

Wen Shiling looked a bit embarrassed, her face blushing:

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

Yan Huan was pulled back into his seat by Aha's hand, and he laughed mockingly: "Pfft hahahaha! Kid, your Ai Huan group is really something!"

Hearing this, Yan Huan crossed his arms and smiled proudly:

"That's right, worthy of my great general!"

Aha: "..."

March 7th looked at Yan Huan, who had suddenly become smug, and was dumbfounded: "No, what are you so proud of? She installed a camera in your room!"

The footage on the screen kept switching angles.

March 7th was stunned by what she saw.

Good heavens, with so many angles, how many cameras were installed?

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

"???"

"No, there are over 30 angles with this light conversion! How many cameras were installed? Yan Huan probably has cameras under his pillow!"

"Miss March, please don't interrupt me," Wen Shiling said with a frown.

March 7th: "..."

"As everyone can see, in the footage, the gay man is helping Young Master Huan undress, and then they crawled into bed together."

A gasp came from the audience:

"Isn't this even worse, and more definitive!"

"They're already under the covers!"

"In the screen, the two of them lay down together, exchanging glances. It's obviously not right!"

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

"Look at what happens next," she said, staring intently at the screen.

"See, after that, the gay guy straddled Young Master Huan."

"……"

Asta watched the scene on the screen, her face already flushed with embarrassment. She made a move to cut off the recording.

But it seemed to be too late.

From the screen, intermittent sounds of "pa— puchi— pa— puchi…" could be heard.

"Arlan, quickly fetch me a basin of water, I need to wash my eyes!" Asta closed her eyes and shouted to Arlan behind her.

Arlan, hearing his name called, immediately ran over.

"Uh… Miss, that, it's okay, just look at the screen."

Asta covered her eyes, the sounds of "pa— pa— puchi— puchi…" still ringing in her ears.

"It's not over yet, Arlan, you're trying to harm me."

Arlan immediately waved his hands, stammering:

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

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

"Ah, just a massage?"

Asta looked at the big screen, half-believing Arlan's words.

She saw the male staff member lift the quilt, then take out essential oil, smear it on Yan Huan's back, and then pat it wildly with the back of his hand, shouting as he patted:

"Young Master Huan, what are you still shy about? How can I get my hands on you if you're wrapped in the quilt? Don't worry, it's just me here, no cameras filming you, just relax!"

"Maybe there are, there are always cunning people trying to harm me," Yan Huan muttered from the screen.

"Haha, Young Master Huan always jokes around."

Asta: "……"

The "puchi puchi pa ta pa ta" sounds were merely the sounds of the male staff member patting Yan Huan's back with the back of his hand.

Case closed.

Yan Huan and that space station guy really hadn't done anything physical.

But everyone remained silent.

They were mainly shocked by the conversation between the two in the video, and the filming techniques from over thirty different angles.

What a ruthless person, to install so many cameras.

Was Wen Shiling really that amazing?

"How was it?" Wen Shiling arrogantly lifted her chin, looking triumphant. "From this recording, it's clear that Young Master Huan is innocent. He was just getting a massage. He must have been overworked and had no choice but to relax."

March 7th, sitting in the judge's seat, couldn't calm down for a long time.

Fortunately, Yan Huan no longer returned to the room prepared for him on the space station; he usually slept in the passenger cars of the Star Rail Express.

Otherwise, who knew how much material he would provide for these brainless fans.

"Huh? Why are you all so quiet?"

Audience seats.

Wen Shiling looked around, completely bewildered.

Was her explanation not good enough, or did she miss some details?

"……" The entire audience was silent.

Only the Aeon of Joy, Aha, had one hand on Yan Huan's shoulder, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably as he grinned:

"…Pffft hahahaha, this is your ace? Thirty-plus different angles in this video, more ruthless than hotel voyeuristic AV!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan not only felt no embarrassment, but even became proud:

"Ha? What's there to be embarrassed about? This just shows that General Wen has strong capabilities!"

"Hahaha, you're hilarious… You brat, you're really something else, you've truly opened my eyes, damn it, you can still talk tough about this!"

Yan Huan: "……"

"Young Master Huan, we won, hahahaha!" Seeing that no one in the audience spoke, Wen Shiling waved her glow stick and cheered.

Not a single official in the entire audience dared to speak.

"Ahem." Asta coughed lightly, quickly closing the video and picking up the microphone, saying awkwardly:

"Alright, thank you Ms. Wen Shiling for the clue. I believe everyone has gained a whole new understanding of Mr. Yan Huan."

"Yay!!" Wen Shiling cheered.

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

Wen Shiling's smile froze:

"..."