Ye Siheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wang Huai. "Oh? Is that so?"
The atmosphere became heavy with a murderous intent.
Wang Huai shuddered, his entire body trembling slightly. His throat was dry, and he couldn't find his voice.
Elder Cao, frustrated by Wang Huai's ineptitude, interjected, "Everyone here has already heard what he just said!"
Ye Siheng remained calm and composed, saying, "But this person... his leg is crippled, and his fingers are calloused. If I'm not mistaken, he must be a compulsive gambler who loves playing dominoes, correct? A gambling addict like him—how much silver did Elder Cao spend to bring him into the palace as a witness?"
"You..." Elder Cao, unaccustomed to fabricating lies, flushed red before retorting after a moment, "He was starving, so I gave him ten taels of silver. Before entering the palace, he swore an oath that everything he said today was true!"