Gong Zixuan was furious at these words. If he truly allowed Gong Qinghua to bring others into his prince mansion for a search, where would he put his honor?
Could he still hold his head high before the officials ever again?
But if he forcefully refused to let him conduct the search, even his own father, the emperor, might suspect that he himself stole the hundreds of thousands of bushels of food.
Gong Zixuan didn't speak for a moment, rapidly thinking of a solution in his heart.
"What's the matter, Crown Prince? Don't tell me you're deliberately stalling for time so you can move those supplies?"
"Isn't your dog's nose very sharp? If those food supplies have been moved, wouldn't your dog be able to trace them?" Xiao'er couldn't help but retort sarcastically upon hearing these words.
The corner of Gong Qinghua's mouth twitched. "Your dog's nose"... was that referring to his own nose being like that of a dog, or to his wolfdog's nose?