Qing Yuan turned around and said to everyone seriously, "Amitabha. Last night, a benefactor came to look for my junior brother. He said that the Empress Dowager needed extra blankets. However, my junior brother had to recite scriptures last night so I helped him to deliver the blanket instead. I don't know why such a misunderstanding happened."
Qing Yuan's eyes were clear.
"If there's a need, the servants will deliver the blanket. Is there a need to trouble the monks here?" Consort Mu said with a slight smile before she asked, "Do you remember which servant came to look for you junior brother?"
Qing Yuan frowned and looked around. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "That person is not here."
Consort Mu sneered and said, "So it's all your words. Did you lie about the servant?"
"No, there's no need for me to lie," Qing Yuan said. However, seeing that he could not explain himself, he grew slightly anxious.