Lu Maoxian pondered for a moment before taking out a handkerchief from his bosom.
The handkerchief was golden-yellow, embroidered with coiling dragons and cloud patterns.
"This is bestowed by the Saint," Lu Maoxian handed the handkerchief over to He Haiqin.
He Haiqin looked at the handkerchief and nodded slightly. He wasn't surprised by this outcome.
"The second matter," he asked, "you said that you encountered my son Jia Qing at the cinema. Was that true or false?"
"It is absolutely true."
Was Lu Maoxian certain that the person he saw in the cinema was He Jiaqing? He was not sure. But it was the Saint who had said it. The Saint claimed that He Jiaqing had impersonated Zhou Changhong. What the Saint said was definitely right, and if there was a mistake, it wasn't Lu Maoxian's fault. If He Haiqin were to question why he let the information leak out, Lu Maoxian would directly state that it was the Saint's command; after all, He Haiqin already knew the Saint's identity.
