I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad?

Zhan Chi froze. The fury on his face intensified, twisting his features. "Where is he?"

"Ask him." Gu Shuo tilted his chin toward Qian Fanji.

"Immortal’s Respite."

Qian Fanji uttered the two words coldly. The two men before him were already flying out of the estate.

"Young Master, what are our orders?"

"Have someone seal off Central Street. Spread the word that Consort Yuan and a medicine-refining family colluded with East Shu to murder the Eighth Prince and the General’s daughter. The faster the rumor spreads, the better." Qian Fanji knew the Beili Emperor would be determined to protect her.

The only way was to fan the flames as high as possible. Even if the Emperor used his authority to suppress the gossip, he would lose the support of the people.

"Yes, I will see to it at once."

Qian Fanji folded his hands into his sleeves, a cold glint in his eyes as he walked toward the main gate. ’Yuan Yintang must die today!’

Once everyone had left, the concubines, the butler, and the servants of the General’s manor finally dared to cry out loud.

"What on earth happened? Pangtuan just went to the Imperial Palace for a visit. How could this..."

"That poor, ill-fated child. She’d only been in the Capital City for a few months and never even had a chance to enjoy a good life."

"The General will be heartbroken when he finds out."

"Lady Zhan, how exactly did Pangtuan die?"

The concubines entered the main hall. The eight of them fell to their knees, crying their hearts out.

Lady Zhan had cried so much that day she had no tears left. Her eyes were now dry and red as she sobbed, "Consort Yuan... It was Consort Yuan’s senior brother who killed her. The Emperor can’t tell right from wrong... Imperial authority is absolute. That poor child... she died for nothing..."

"A life for a life! We’ll file a complaint! We’ll go to the magistrate’s office and press charges..."

"Peony, this entire world belongs to the Emperor. Where can we possibly file a complaint?" Huaihua cried.

"Even if we can’t win, we have to let the world see the true face of the emperor on the throne! I’m going to the magistrate’s office." Peony wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

"I’ll go with Peony. The petition... I’ll write the petition right now." After speaking, Xinghua turned and ran out of the main hall.

"I’ll go too. If the magistrate’s office won’t hear our case, we’ll go to the Ministry of Justice. If the Ministry of Justice won’t hear it, we’ll beat the drum and file an imperial petition. This can’t just be brushed aside."

"We have to make a scene. It’s best if everyone knows about this."

"The Consort is a plague on this country and its people, allowing her senior brother to murder the General’s daughter. It’s enough to chill the hearts of every soldier in the army."

White Spirit, Bai Xiang, and Hua Qiao all stepped forward, their voices firm.

"Peony, I know you all truly loved Pangtuan, and I am grateful from the bottom of my heart that you are willing to do so much for her. But you don’t understand how terrifying imperial power is. Acting rashly will only get you all killed." Lady Zhan herself was filled with enough hatred to want to tear the imperial family to shreds, but seeing the concubines’ fervor, a measure of reason returned to her.

"Lady Zhan, the General gave us a home, yet we failed to even look after his child. How can we possibly face the General again?"

"Our status may be low and our words may carry little weight, but we are not afraid to die."

"No, you don’t understand." Lady Zhan shook her head. "Peony, you all..."

"I’ve written the petition." Xinghua returned, holding the freshly written document.

Lady Zhan looked at the petition, the ink still wet. "No one in the entire Capital City will dare to accept this. Don’t waste your effort."

"Lady Zhan, we know you mean well, both for us and for the General’s manor. But as members of this household, we want to do something for Pangtuan. We want to protect this home for the General."

"You need not say more, my lady. We have our own plans."

"Sisters, let’s go," Xinghua declared. "If the magistrate’s office won’t accept our petition for a day, we’ll kneel for a day. If they won’t accept it for two, we’ll take our petition and kneel at the gates of the Imperial Palace!"

"Let’s go."

Sansan was bristling with indignation.

"This old man will go with you." The butler stood at the doorway, his aged eyes red.