Lin Xueping staggered, his mind in turmoil.
'How could there possibly be a posthumous edict?'
'But—'
"Mr. Lin, you seem a bit unwell." Shen Yanchuan paused as he walked past him. "Shall I summon an Imperial Physician for you?"
Lin Xueping instinctively retorted, "There's no need! I... I'm perfectly fine..."
"Good." Shen Yanchuan raised an eyebrow. "Since you're all right, Mr. Lin, why not accompany me to Qiyuan Hall to retrieve the late Emperor's posthumous edict? With you as a witness, I trust no one will cause trouble or spread baseless, slanderous rumors again."
Lin Xueping froze for a moment before realizing what Shen Yanchuan was implying.
His expression instantly soured.
Shen Yanchuan was clearly making a veiled accusation, but he couldn't refute it!
"...Since the Princely Heir insists, I have no choice but to comply."
Lin Xueping rose and straightened his robes, doing his best to compose himself.
He then followed Shen Yanchuan toward Qiyuan Hall.
