By rights, he should have known.
The Crown Prince had been exchanging secret letters with Yun Tianluo all along, finalizing their plans to slay the immortals. Surely his eldest brother must have casually mentioned that Yun Qing had entered the capital.
So his eldest brother... had probably told him, right?
Probably?
Surely no one was keeping Yun Tianluo in the dark?
Surely there could not be such an absurd scene: him diligently working like an ox and horse for Great Xia, playing the loyal minister, while his own elder brother sat nearby the whole time, munching seeds and watching the show... right? Hahaha.
Xia Wujie's heart lurched up and down. The more he thought, the less certain he felt, but he dared not open his mouth to ask. He could only force all his tangled doubts back down and pretend nothing had happened.
Even the Spirit Melon Seeds in his hand had lost their appeal.
Watching Yun Qing's increasingly gentle smile, he suddenly had a powerful premonition: there would probably be quite a show to watch after this.
Xia Wujie fell silent for a moment, then decisively lowered his head to crack more seeds, pretending he had thought of nothing at all.
Fu Sanyuan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and asked with a beaming smile, "Your Third Highness, why have you gone quiet?"
Xia Wujie's expression did not change. "Watching the game."
Fu Sanyuan said, "Oh?"
Xia Wujie pointed at the Go board, looking utterly serious. "I suddenly feel that the art of Go is vast and profound, worthy of careful contemplation."
Yun Qing gave a soft, amused huff.
Over there, the examinees emerged from the formation one after another. A great tide of people filled the space before the palace, and dragon banners snapped