I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad? Chapter 121: Qian Fanji Dug Up Dirt on the Yu Family

Sang Rui pursed his lips, flustered. "But... that damn fatty said Beili belongs to its military commanders, not to the Emperor."

"Your Majesty, I swear on my life that Senior Sister would never say such a thing." Although Teacher Zhang wasn’t present, he was certain that girl could never have uttered those words.

’The Headmaster is never wrong about people!’

"She did say it..." Sang Rui retorted, then belatedly realized sothing was off. "What ’Senior Sister’?"

"Ye Qianning was personally accepted by the Headmaster as a Direct Disciple. We outer disciples are of a lower status, so it’s only right that we call her Senior Sister," Teacher Zhang explained.

Sang Rui was utterly dumbfounded. ’That damn fatty is the Headmaster’s Direct Disciple?’

’Teacher Zhang’s Senior Sister? By that logic, doesn’t that make her seniority miles above his own?’

"Seventh, if word of your little tirade at the academy gets out, do you have any idea how the world will view the royal family?" the Beili Emperor asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I did nothing wrong," Sang Rui insisted, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

The Beili Emperor’s expression darkened. "It seems I have been far too lenient with you in the past."

"Father Emperor..."

"Teacher Zhang, the Seventh Prince’s transgression is imnse. Have him expelled from the academy."

"Yes," Teacher Zhang responded.

"Father Emperor?" Sang Rui was completely stunned. Anyone expelled from Lou Mountain Academy would be unable to attend any other school and would beco the object of widespread ridicule.

’His Father Emperor had always doted on him. How could he suddenly show such little concern for his future?’

"Say no more. From now on, you will move to the West Court and reflect on your misdeeds in seclusion. When you’ve figured out what you did wrong today, you may co see again." The Beili Emperor sighed to himself. The boy was such a disappointnt.

Sang Rui wanted to argue, but when he t his Father Emperor’s gaze, he didn’t dare speak. His father had never looked at him like that before. ’Does this an my future will be the sa as Sang Zhi’s?’

’No, that can’t be. I still have my Mother Consort. Father Emperor always listens to her.’

"Reporting to the Emperor, Minister Qian requests an audience," a young eunuch announced from the doorway.

"Send him in."

Sang Rui’s heart was already in turmoil, and hearing that Qian Fanji had arrived sent his mind into a daze.

Teacher Zhang hadn’t expected Qian Fanji to co to the palace as well. ’He’s probably here about our young Senior Sister, too,’ he guessed.

"This minister greets Your Majesty," Qian Fanji said, approaching slowly.

"You may rise. Minister Qian, it has been so ti since you last attended court. What brings you to see today?"

"Your Majesty, I uncovered sothing today that concerns all of Beili. I dared not delay for even a mont," Qian Fanji said, his expression grave.

"What happened?"

"It concerns the recent tragic massacre of the forty-eight mbers of the Jia Mansion on West Street. This minister has found that the matter is connected to the Yu family... and to Consort Yu." As he spoke, Qian Fanji presented a morial.

The Beili Emperor took the morial and opened it. Tucked inside was a scented sachet. He recognized the embroidered butterfly on it instantly—it was Consort Yu’s handiwork.

In Beili, a scented sachet was a personal item, and one would only gift a personally embroidered sachet to a person they held dear.

The more he read of the morial, the uglier his expression beca. Though these were all old matters, the Yu family had hidden them remarkably well. Back when he was selecting his consorts, he’d had all of their records investigated.

Won who had been betrothed or had engaged in illicit affairs were not permitted to enter the palace, yet at the ti, his Hidden Guards had found nothing.

When Sang Rui heard that the massacre was related to his Mother Consort, his heart leaped into his throat. Although he didn’t know what was written in the morial, he could tell from his Father Emperor’s expression that the situation was dire.

Teacher Zhang wasn’t sure what Qian Fanji’s intentions were, but he knew one thing: if sothing were to happen to Consort Yu at a ti like this, the Seventh Prince would likely lose the Emperor’s trust for good.