The commander of the Imperial Guards successfully traded Tan Wenhan's "social death" for his own slim chance of survival, achieving the ultimate one-for-one exchange while quietly concealing his deeds and glory.
Tan Wenhan glared at the commander of the Imperial Guards through gritted teeth for a long while, his eyes practically spitting fire.
You're so noble, so impressive! Just to divert the little one's attention, you dragged up that past of mine everyone had finally forgotten. Where are your manners?!
Manners or not, it was already too late to stop it.
An unusually lilting whistle suddenly sounded from atop the Golden Terrace, tinged with unmistakable guilt-
[Chengcheng wasn't the one who told people to spread that story about Grandpa Tan despising his concubine for being old and faded, okay!]
The assembled officials fell silent for a moment.
So...
Those stories about Right Chancellor Tan being ten feet tall, having three heads and six arms, a blue face and fangs, and eating raw poultry...
You were the one who had people spread those?!
[Chengcheng only wanted to give Grandpa Tan an identity as an earth god who'd descended to the mortal world to undergo trials. How was Chengcheng supposed to know that, by the time the rumors finished spreading, Grandpa Tan would become a "fox spirit"?!]
She had only wanted to save her Grandpa Tan's reputation!
She had done nothing wrong!!
The words "fox spirit" rang out with resounding force, loud enough to awaken the deaf.
They prompted all the court officials to raise their heads, trying to recall Chancellor Tan's voice and smiling face from the sight of his shattered figure's back.
A fox... spirit?
Was it the kind of "fox spirit" they were thinking of?!
Right Chancellor Tan? A fox spirit?!
Tan Wenhan closed his eyes in anguish, but