"I, Ms. Hetian of the He family, became a widow at twenty-three, and for sixteen years I have endured hardships, raising my three children alone, even nurturing my eldest son into the youngest Third Place Scholar in the Daxia Dynasty."
"I dare not boast about my achievements, but I am not a person of low status."
"Mr. Yang, I ask you only this, with no grievances and no offenses on my part against you, why have you insulted me?"
He Tiantian questioned with righteous indignation.
However, the original person had the temperament of a pure white flower, and her voice naturally soft and timid.
The effect of her words naturally came across as pitiable, sorrowful, and tragic.
And the original person’s well-developed tear glands played an important role at this moment.
He Tiantian did not even need to utilize her acting skills, her tear glands began working on their own.
Her silent tears slid down without a sound, her beautiful peach blossom eyes brimmed with tears, on the verge of falling, yet withholding, on the brink of crying yet holding back.
It was as if she was desperately holding back her tears, but the injustice and indignation in her heart were too overwhelming, she could not contain them at all.
A beautiful woman’s tears, especially those of a delicate, weak beauty, made one’s heart ache with compassion.
Furthermore, the original person’s inherent lotus flower temperament conveyed a sense of fragility yet strength, of humble birth yet noble character to the crowd around her.
In contrast, there was Yang Sanlang, dressed in clothes embroidered with golden threads, a jade pendant of immense worth at his waist, and a folding fan in hand that was likely a masterpiece.
His attire clearly denoted a noble of wealthy background.
His pride, characteristic of a noble family, further alienated those of common or poor family origins.
With the imperial examinations in the Daxia Dynasty, the common folk’s reverence and superstition towards noble families had greatly diminished compared to the previous dynasty.
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Especially the newly risen elites from poor families, they would be more than happy to offer their support to a noble son if given the chance!
At the moment, it was not a son from a poor family facing off against the Yang Family, but an even more pitiable woman, and the crowd almost unanimously sided with He Tiantian without needing to know the reasons.
Of course, had they known the full context, they would have despised Yang Sanlang even more.
Here was a noble son, who not only despised the common masses but dared to humiliate a chaste woman?!
Yang Sanlang was still oblivious to the fact that he seemed to have provoked public anger; he was utterly shocked by He Tiantian’s "Divine Skill" of changing her demeanor—
One moment she was a humble village woman who admired noble families, and the next, she was making a righteous accusation?!
"I, when have I insulted you?"
Yang Sanlang said this not out of pretense, but because in his subconscious, he genuinely did not consider the term "farmer" to be an insult.
This was simply a fact, okay?!
"I am an ignorant old woman who does not understand those highfalutin words. But I have brains, and when ’farm slave’ contains the word ’slave,’ it must be an insult!"
He Tiantian deliberately feigned a stance of creating trouble out of nothing, stubbornly argued with her neck stiffened, "How did I, a good and honest citizen, turn into a lowly slave in your, Yang Sanlang’s, mouth?"
Yang Sanlang: ...Insults, yes, they are insults; of course, they must include words that humiliate.
For example, terms related to animals, or certain body parts.
Certainly, the more offensive and uncomfortable it feels, the better to use.
Calling someone as foolish as a pig doesn’t actually mean treating them like a pig, ah!
Yang Sanlang truly wished he could grab Hetian’s collar, shake her vigorously, and tell her that it was just a figure of speech.
Because once he voiced these thoughts in his heart, it would clearly tell everyone that he insulted He Xi’s mother, a fragile yet resilient chaste and heroic woman.
Moreover, Yang Sanlang did not dare to use force lightly.
The Commandery Princess An Kang still stood by, and about ten of the Princess’s personal guards had tightly surrounded the entrance to the tavern.
Yang Sanlang could insult Hetian with his words, but could not afford to be violent in front of the Commandery Princess.
Otherwise, he would provide irrefutable evidence of his guilt!
Yang Sanlang was so aggrieved. It was a commonly understood vulgar phrase, yet after "Ms. Hetian’s" interpretation, Yang Sanlang found himself at a loss for a proper defense.
"How have you not? You insulted me as a ’slave’! I heard it with my own ears!"
He Tiantian acted as if she was a quarrelsome and unreasonable woman.
However, the original character’s pure white flower temperament was too powerful.