"...Wang Yang's handwriting is easy to recognize. If you don't believe me, Your Highness, find a sample of his writing and compare them."
Wang Tai watched the sheets of "testimony" slowly crumple in the Prince of Badong's grip. He smiled inwardly and said no more.
"Is this all?"
The Prince of Badong casually set the testimony down. Most of the dark anger in his eyes had already been concealed, and his tone was utterly scornful.
The testimony recorded the Prince of Badong's "taboo" remarks at the banquet. Besides things he had actually said, such as railing against the Administrative Clerk and lamenting the partition of Jingzhou, it included several fabricated statements. For instance, it claimed that the prince had invited Wang Yang to sit beside him and personally told him that, with his martial prowess, "in troubled times, I would be no less than Liu Bei or Sun Quan," and so on.
Wang Tai knew that this testimony had not quite been cooked to perfection. The original plan had been to have Wang Yang write another statement after he and the Prince of Badong returned from their ride. A private conversation between the two would have offered much greater room for invention, and with Wang Yan laying the groundwork, each successive layer would have made it more credible. But Wang Yang had unexpectedly pulled a fast one on him, and that second statement had never been written, leaving the plan stalled. Now Wang Yang was dead, and there was no chance to supplement it. They could only make do. Fortunately, other corroborating evidence could fill the gaps.
Feigning candor, Wang Tai said, "This is all I received."
As for anything I didn't receive, work that out yourself.
"The first two pages contain things I said, and said in public at