"Martial Nephew Ye, are you alright?"
Seeing Ye Chen collapse, True Master Ziyun, the Sect Leader, asked, somewhat bewildered.
"I... I'm fine!"
With Yuanyi's help, Ye Chen shakily got to his feet. He waved the sheepskin letter in his hand and declared, "This is definitely not my sister Xuan'er's handwriting! Given her personality, she must be worried sick about me day and night. How could she send a letter that doesn't mention me at all?"
As soon as he said this, the crowd erupted into discussion.
"Oh?"
Seated on his high throne, True Master Ziyun looked puzzled. He exchanged a glance with the Supreme Elders beside him and asked gravely, "In your opinion, this letter isn't in Queen Ye's handwriting? Martial Nephew Ye, several Elders from the Enforcement Hall are present today. You must take responsibility for your words and actions."
"That... isn't quite it."
