Ye Weiming's abacus clacked noisily.
He anticipated that Fan Qinghui might doubt his words, so he proposed swearing an oath to the Heavenly Dao to prove his innocence, albeit not for free, of course.
And indeed, everything he had said earlier came from the bottom of his heart, without a single falsehood!
As for any minor inaccuracies and misdirection... well, could misdirection really be considered deception?
Regrettably, as clever as Ye Weiming, Fan Qinghui, being able to sit as the Master of Cihang Purity Temple, was no fool either. Or perhaps her curiosity about the truth of her alter-ego's death wasn't enough to make her pay a higher price.
Thus, after hearing Ye Weiming's suggestion, she merely responded calmly, "Young Master Ye is overthinking things; I believe you."
Yeah right, you believe a hammer!
