Tong Sanlang fell silent, merely gazing at Yang Wenxiao.
Bai Zhi was clearly provoking him deliberately. His status was different from Bai Zhi's, and since the sequence of events had already been clarified, the decision was now up to Yang Wenxiao.
Yang Wenxiao changed his sitting posture and looked towards Qiao Xiaomai, "Qiao Xiaomai, tell me why you ridiculed Zhi'er in public?"
"In reply to the Grand Emperor, I did not ridicule the princess. I made some inferences based on the princess's words. The princess said that the pigs and chickens we brought from home would make the Capital City smell like feces, which I felt was incorrect, so I said a few more words."
"Oh?" Yang Wenxiao raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, "You brought pigs and chickens here?"
"Yes," Qiao Xiaomai answered.
"Where are they?"
"They are in the carriage at the Palace gates."
"Slaughter one tomorrow," Yang Wenxiao ordered.