Chapter 759: Chapter 759: Qiao Xiaomai Made You Beg for Mercy?
“Uh? Would that be alright?” Yang Ye hesitated.
Yang Wenxiao had his food tasted for poison; he was not comfortable with eating outside food.
“Don’t be too formal, just pick a place.” Yang Wenxiao headed out today to experience life, and he was determined to eat outside.
“Well, let’s go to Jiwei Ju. They recently started this new VIP system, quite interesting.” Yang Ye suggested.
“VIP?” Yang Wenxiao showed interest.
“He Zhanggui, the shopkeeper of Jiwei Ju, bought sweet potatoes from Qiao Xiaomai…” Yang Ye went on and on about the details, including how dried sweet potatoes were disdained in Capital City.
Yang Wenxiao was initially quite pleased.
The nobles competed over spending at Jiwei Ju, dishing out a good amount of silver just for a bowl of top quality Baiyu Flower, while he could have it freely at the palace.
That felt pretty good.
Jiwei Ju played a good trick, highlighting the nobility of the royal family! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fire·net
The so-called aristocratic families considered Yang Family mere peasants. But now, what the Yang Family had at liberty, others scrambled to claim, like dogs fighting over food.
However, when he heard from Yang Ye that these so-called nobles found dried sweet potatoes unclean, his expression darkened.
The items the Yang Family enjoyed were viewed as filthy in these people’s eyes, staining his noble air. Such arrogance!
Go back only a dozen generations, they were all peasants!
Smelling of dirt, not a bit of nobility there!
“Uh, Fan Jia’s grandmother is quite rigid. After learning about Qiao Xiaomai’s mother, she strictly ordered Fan Jia not to buy food from Qiao Xiaomai anymore.” Yang Ye added.
Upon hearing this, an image of an old lady appeared in Yang Wenxiao’s head, he sneered, “Her?”
Yang Wenxiao softly huffed, then said, “Investigate behind the scenes, see who those people are that find the sweet potato not clean. Then tell Jiwei Ju to keep them out, not allowing them in the future.”
“Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” Yang Ye hesitated.
Jiwei Ju was not a royal business, but the Prime Minister’s. This meant asking him to offend all those people.
“What’s there to fear? Clearly tell those people the reason. Jiwei Ju’s reputation is built on Qiao Xiaomai. If they despise her dried sweet potatoes, it means they disrespect Jiwei Ju. Since they have openly disrespected us, why be afraid of damaging their reputation?”
Why was Qiao Xiaomai so famous?
On one hand, her food was indeed good. On the other hand, she cooked for him.
In the end, Qiao Xiaomai’s reputation relied on him.
The so-called nobles disdained Qiao Xiaomai’s uncleanliness, which indirectly belittled him too.
Having tolerated for thirty years, it was time to fight back.
If he had to be insulted even on trivial food matters, he was too pathetic.
Yang Ye rapidly grasped this point. He rolled his eyes and cautiously said, “Grandpa Emperor, speaking of Qiao Xiaomai, there’s something else I’d like to discuss with you.”
“You know Qiao Xiaomai’s mother came back…” He recounted the incidents of the Sun Family’s insults, Zhuang Luhe’s suicide, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang’s ensuing conflict. Toward the end, he said, “According to the ‘Daqi Law’, Tong Sanlang can’t escape punishment.”
“However, from a moral standpoint, the one who deserves punishment is the Sun Family.”
“Grandpa Emperor, what do you think is the boundary between morality and law?”
Hearing this, Yang Wenxiao responded with a question, “Is Qiao Xiaomai looking for you to plea for leniency?”