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As soon as the question was asked, the eyes of Your Majesty were filled with smiles.

...Yes, that's right.

Could there be a signed piece of calligraphy left behind?

As soon as the poetic crime came out, he was locked up within days, so how would there be time to leave ink, Li Danxin replied.

This makes things easy. She stared at the poem on the paper again, concentrating on her thinking, having zero time to spare, and reached out blindly to find and touch the brush on the desk.

Two long fingers pressed against the brush shaft, pushing it closer to her, sending it into the range she could touch. Feeling the brush, without even raising her head, she began to circle and draw on the paper, completely unaware that it was His Majesty by her side who had delivered the brush into her hand, and even less aware that every time she asked a question, the smile in His Majesty's eyes grew richer by another fraction.

Hearing the question of Zhu Bafu, Long Ang shook his head. There is no signed calligraphy; you want to make an issue out of this? As long as there are eyewitnesses, a confrontation on the spot can confirm that Wu Yanju wrote a rebellious poem. Public clamor melts gold, and accumulated slander destroys bone. By then, even if Wu Yanju had never written a rebellious poem, he would only be able to obediently admit to it.

What Lord Long says is extremely true. Therefore, Your Majesty did not say to play rogue and refuse to admit it to the death, but rather to change its flavor. Zhu Bafu put down the brush in her hand, carefully inspected every word on the paper from right to left, and took a deep breath. Alright!