Wang De said no more. After a few more moments of idle chatter, he signaled that the banquet could end.
He then personally saw Chen Qing to the door of the hall, where Wang Qi took over to escort him out of the Prince's Mansion.
After Chen Qing left, Wang De sat ramrod straight in his grandmaster chair, his face as still and dark as deep water.
Tanglin stood respectfully below.
"Well?"
Wang De did not look up, his voice low.
Tanglin bowed, his tone unequivocal. "Grand Elder, I observed him carefully. I tested him with my words several times during the banquet. Even when I mentioned the details of Miss Wang's death, his heart and spirit were like a deep, ancient well, showing no signs of disturbance."
"His account is consistent with the information we have. His mention of Liao Chuan was also logical and reasonable. It was, in a word, flawless."
He paused before concluding, "From my perspective, the possibility of Chen Qing being the murderer is... infinitesimal."
