Amid the enthusiastic applause.
Aha, sitting next to Zeig, looked at Wen Shiling in astonishment.
She was clearly less than 1.4 meters tall, with a childish, milky voice when she spoke.
Why was her combat power so terrifyingly strong on this matter?
"Where did you dig up this great general?" Aha asked Zeig in confusion.
Zeig looked innocent:
"I don't know either. Who says my Zeig fans lack a great emperor?"
Very clearly, Wen Shiling's performance was simply MVP!
"Ahem, okay, let's watch the next footage." Asta interrupted.
The screen changed once again.
The content showed Zeig exchanging contact information with a famously gay male researcher on the space station.
March 7th: "..."
In the audience seats, that gay male researcher, seeing himself on the big screen, immediately felt embarrassed.
He quickly shrank his head down, hoping not to attract attention.
"This footage—I'm sure everyone has gossiped about it before. Zeig himself said that at the time, he approached this researcher and actively asked for his contact information. What are everyone's thoughts this time?" Asta said excitedly, holding the microphone.
"Obviously something's off. Knowing the other person is the space station's famous gay guy and still going up to hit on him—how can that be normal?!"
"Exactly. I usually avoid him. In this footage, Brother Zeig is arm-in-arm with him, and they even went into a room together. This is definitely problematic, right?"
This time, the voices claiming Zeig had mental issues grew even louder.
It seemed this matter was already nailed down.
But just as it was about to be finalized.
Our General Wen Shiling stood up once again!
"Wait!" Wen Shiling shouted loudly.
She stood on her chair again, her gaze resolute: "This footage is clearly misleading. The truth is absolutely not like that!"
At this point, a researcher couldn't hold back.
"Wen Shiling, if you're going to say something, you need evidence, right? The footage is so obvious—how are you going to whitewash this?"
Wen Shiling snorted coldly, raising the glow stick in her hand: "I have privately recorded footage here. I request it be played as reference material!"
Asta was stunned for a moment, then blinked her big watery eyes:
"Ah? Privately recorded?"
???
Soon, the footage uploaded by Wen Shiling was displayed on the big screen.
The content was in Zeig's private room, where the gay male was undressing him.
The shooting angle was extremely tricky, looking like it came from a pinhole camera stuck in a corner.
"What?" Zeig stood up, eyes wide open, "No, why is there a camera in my private room!"
Wen Shiling looked a bit embarrassed, blushing as she said:
"Young Master, don't get agitated. Please let's return to the topic."
Zeig was pulled back into his seat by Aha's hand. Aha mocked with a laugh: "Pfft hahahaha! Kid, your Zeig fan group is really something!"
Hearing this, Zeig hugged his arms and laughed proudly:
"Of course. Worthy of being my great general!"
Aha: "..."
March 7th watched Zeig suddenly become smug across from her and couldn't help but stare in shock: "No, what are you proud of? She installed cameras in your room!"
The screen kept switching angles.
Even March 7th was dumbfounded watching it.
Good grief—so many angles. How many cameras were installed?
"1, 2, 3... 9... 32?" March 7th was stunned.
"???"
"No, just the switching perspectives alone are over 30! Exactly how many cameras were installed? Are there cameras under Zeig's pillow too?"
"Miss March, please don't interrupt me." Wen Shiling frowned.
March 7th: "..."
"As everyone can see, in the footage, the gay male is helping Young Master undress, and then they both got into bed."
A gasp came from the audience seats:
"Isn't this even worse? Doesn't this make it even more definitive?!"
"They both got under the covers!"
"In the screen, the two of them lay down together, even exchanging flirtatious glances—obviously something's off, right!"
"Everyone, please watch this footage to the end!" Wen Shiling waved her glow stick, interrupting.
"Look at what happens next." She stared intently at the screen, explaining:
"See, afterward that gay male straddled Young Master."
"..."
Asta, looking at the screen, had already blushed and was about to cut off this footage.
But it seemed too late.
On the screen came intermittent sounds of "slap—squelch—slap—squelch..."
"Arlan, quick, bring me a basin of water—I need to wash my eyes!" Asta closed her eyes and shouted toward Arlan in the back.
Arlan, hearing his name called, immediately ran over.
"Uh... Miss, it's fine. Just watch the screen."
Asta covered her eyes, but her ears were still filled with those "slap—slap—squelch—squelch..." sounds.
"Isn't it still going on? Arlan, are you trying to harm me?"
Arlan quickly waved his hands, stammering:
"No, no, Miss... it's not what you think."
"He's just giving Mr. Zeig a massage."
"Ah, just a massage?"
Asta, hearing Arlan's words, looked at the big screen half-believingly.
She saw the male researcher suddenly yank off the blanket, then pull out essential oil, apply it to Zeig's back, and frantically slap with the back of his hand while shouting:
"Brother Zeig, why are you still shy? Wrapped in the blanket—how can I let loose? Relax, it's just me here—no cameras filming you. Loosen up!"
"Maybe there really are. There are always scheming folks trying to harm this emperor." On the screen, Zeig muttered.
"Haha, Brother Zeig sure loves to joke."
Asta: "..."
Those squelch-squelch slap-slap sounds were merely from the male researcher slapping Zeig's back with the back of his hand.
Case closed.
Nothing substantial actually happened between Zeig and that space station gay male.
But everyone still remained silent.
Mainly shocked by the conversation between the two in the video, as well as the over thirty different shooting angles.
What kind of ruthless person installs that many cameras?
Is Wen Shiling this impressive?
"How about it?" Wen Shiling proudly raised her chin, saying smugly:
"From this footage, it's clear enough that Young Master is innocent. He was just getting a massage. He must have been too exhausted, so he had no choice but to relax a bit."
March 7th, sitting in the judges' seats, couldn't calm down for a long time.
Fortunately, Zeig no longer returned to the room prepared for him on the space station—he usually slept in the guest cabin on the Astral Express.
Otherwise, who knows how much material it would provide these obsessive fans.
"Eh? Why isn't anyone speaking?"
Audience seats.
Wen Shiling looked around, her face full of question marks.
Was it that she didn't explain well, or did she miss some details?
"..." The entire venue was dead silent.
Only the Aeon of Elation Aha had one hand on Zeig's shoulder, the corner of his mouth rising wildly:
"...Pfft hahahaha, this is your great general? Over thirty different perspectives in this video—harsher than hotel hidden AV shoots!"
Hearing this, not only was Zeig not embarrassed at all, he even grew proud:
"Ha? What's wrong with that? It shows General Wen's strong execution ability!"
"You've got me dying of laughter hahahaha... Kid, you're really something. You've truly opened my eyes—damn, you can still tough it out like this!"
Zeig: "..."
"Young Master, we won, hahahaha!" Seeing no one in the audience speak, Wen Shiling waved her glow stick and cheered.
The entire audience seats—not a single courtier dared to speak.
"Ahem." Asta lightly coughed, quickly turning off this video, picking up the microphone and saying awkwardly:
"Okay, thank you Miss Wen Shiling for providing the clues. I believe everyone now has a brand new understanding of Mr. Zeig."
"Yay!!" Wen Shiling cheered joyfully.
"By the way, Wen Shiling, remember to come to my office later."
Wen Shiling's smile suddenly stiffened:
"..."
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