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!'
