Imperial Censor Wang was inwardly exasperated.
He had described himself standing across the Long Street, observing Xiaozi diagonally, for the sake of realism, he mentioned the hairpin and the skirt pattern.
All of this information was, of course, provided by the people behind the scenes.
No one anticipated that Ouyang Chengze would have such a play today.
Ouyang Chengze stood beside Imperial Censor Wang with a cheerful smile, and said, "Imperial Censor Wang, it was night that day, and the lighting was dim. I went to the scene according to your description. From your angle, Xiaozi should have been right in the shadow of the carriage, much worse than the view now."
"Imperial Censor Wang has excellent eyesight to see even the sleeve patterns clearly. Why don't you take a look now!"
Beads of cold sweat appeared on Imperial Censor Wang's forehead.
He squinted, straining to discern.
However...
