"I swore brotherhood to a spy?" Eyebrows raised, expression bemused, Mingjue doesn't bother to hide his doubt. And it is doubt.

Deep doubt.

Because he isn't an idiot. He knows what spies need to do to remain spies and what kind of man Wen Ruohan is. Even if he did get the killing blow upon the leader of their enemy and somehow the Jin decided to actually claim the man, and even if he liked Meng Yao...well enough, at the moment, that sounded like a lot of mess that wouldn't endear the man to him at all. Which meant: "What'd you do to convince me?"