At that moment, he was like an ant on a hot pan, restless and uneasy.

Chen Zhennan, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, as if victory was already in his grasp. He was just waiting for Song Xuan's handwritten reply so that Wang Gan could see through Song Xuan's true colors and give him a good slap in the face.

"Alright, I'll give you time to verify. You must be tired from your journey, go and rest first."

Chen Zhennan smiled, waved to Song Yunming beside him, and then turned and walked out of the main hall.

Back in the imperial study, Wang Gan frowned, his eyes revealing a complex mix of disbelief and wavering.

He clutched the letter tightly in both hands, as if he could discern its authenticity from it.

Despite having doubts about Chen Zhennan's words, I decided to give him some time to verify them.

The day slowly passed as Wang Gan waited anxiously, each minute and second feeling like torture.

Finally, he received Song Xuan's reply. When the letter appeared before his eyes, his heart sank. The contents of the letter were exactly the same as the one in Chen Zhennan's hand.

"How could such a coincidence happen in this world? Could it be, as Chen Zhennan said, that there is a trick involved?"

After a moment's thought, Wang Gan ordered someone to quickly bring Chen Zhennan to the Imperial Study.

Before long, Chen Zhennan walked into the Imperial Study with steady steps.

Wang Gan, with a solemn expression, placed Song Xuan's reply in front of Chen Zhennan and said in a low voice, "Chen Zhennan, this letter is just as you said, but what does it prove? Don't think that you can easily make me believe you like this."

Chen Zhennan glanced at the letter briefly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"The facts are right before our eyes, Wang Gan. You should understand the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend."