Summit Farmer
Chapter 1869 - 1867: The Imperial Consorts Arrive

Chapter 1869: Chapter 1867: The Imperial Consorts Arrive

Under the service of Zoey Parker, the two of them walked out.

Snow Thompson, the mother of the Fourteenth Prince, cast her gaze upon Peter Brown and Zoey Parker, a smile appearing on her face. She had already confirmed from Zoey Parker that her son was indeed genuine, and now her mood was very good.

"Amelia has been following me all this time. From now on, I entrust her to you." For people like them, a mere palace maid was essential to solidify the relationship with their own son.

Although the Fourteenth Prince was Snow Thompson’s son, the children of the Royal Family did not live with their parents for long. From a young age, they were taken care of by professionals and rarely spent time with their mothers. Therefore, familial affection was not that intense, and Snow Thompson also wanted to strengthen her relationship with her son.

Peter Brown did not dwell on this matter. After his intimate moment with Zoey Parker, Peter felt the most direct benefit was an upgrade in his Star Rank.

His cultivation level, previously at ten stars, had now astonishingly reached the thirteen star rank, which truly surprised Peter.

"Please rest assured, mother; I will not let you down concerning Amelia."

"Amelia, from today onwards, you shall follow my son back to the Mansion. Make sure to serve him diligently."

"Thank you, Madam."

While they were speaking, numerous voices were heard, and a palace maid had already hurriedly entered, saying, "Madam, the ladies from various palaces have arrived."

The ladies from various palaces?

Peter promptly understood in his heart that these were the late emperor’s women who had come, but he truly did not know why these women had come.

In a moment of thought, a voice came through, "Sister, has the Fourteenth Prince arrived? We came to see him."

As a fragrant breeze blew in, several stunningly beautiful women walked toward the inside of the house.

With their arrival, the entire room instantly came alive.

This was the first time Peter had seen the consorts of the Emperor come, and looking at those consorts, what he saw was their astonishingly beautiful appearance.

Honestly, they were truly beautiful, contrasting starkly with the ugly portrayals of empresses and consorts in Earth’s films. They were so beautiful that each could arouse all sorts of thoughts in men.

Looking at these beauties, Peter silently sighed. The late emperor, despite his age, had chosen women who were each so young, some of whom even seemed much younger than Peter himself.

Once these women entered the house, all of them turned their gaze upon Peter.

As someone who practiced the Body Refining Technique, Peter naturally exuded a robust aura, and the women’s eyes lingered on him without shifting away, their gazes predatory.

Seeing the way these women looked, Peter silently smirked. He understood their thoughts all too well. With so many women in the Royal Harem and only one man, the late emperor, who hardly had such desires, it would be strange if they had no thoughts of their own.

Sitting there, it was not really appropriate for Peter to leave, so he could only listen as everyone discussed.

"Prince, what is your opinion on this matter?"

Snow Thompson suddenly turned to Peter and asked.

"Yes, Harvey, the ministers want us to partake in ritualistic sacrifice; you have to decide for us!"

All were young and beautiful, with their best years ahead of them. Hearing the discussions outside about ritualistic sacrifice, they naturally did not wish to die, but not wanting to die was not truly an option, as the matter had moved beyond their will.

Peter also heard them discussing the ritualistic sacrifice and had his thoughts, seriously saying, "I believe that sacrificial burial should not be practiced. Every person has their own right to life. Everyone still has good years ahead; how could they partake in sacrificial burial? Besides, Father Emperor would not consent to this either."

Peter’s words immediately received everyone’s support, and for a while, the room was abuzz with discussion.

Peter now realized that Prince Samuel was vigorously promoting this matter. If one agreed to join his faction, their mother would not have to partake in the sacrificial burial. Similarly, for ministers with daughters in the Royal Harem who did not want their daughters to partake in the sacrifice, the only option was to join Prince Samuel’s faction.

Now, the crux of the issue was that many consorts neither had princes nor a powerful family to support them. For such women, even if they wished to join Prince Samuel’s faction, they couldn’t – they were destined to be sacrificed.

Understanding the situation, Peter was clear that if he supported the consorts, it would be an open confrontation with Prince Samuel. There would be no more room for reconciliation. Today’s events had shown the consorts a possibility. They believed that he might be inclined to oppose Prince Samuel, so everyone came to test the waters.

Having grasped this, and considering that he was destined to compete for power, Peter earnestly said, "Please rest assured, Madam Winfield Winchester. Although my capabilities are limited, I will absolutely not let you partake in the sacrificial burial."

That was a clear stance.

Upon hearing Peter’s words, the consorts’ gazes returned to him once more. They suddenly felt Peter’s support.

A glamorous Madam said, "Harvey, we are relying on you."

Peter nodded firmly, "Using people for ritualistic sacrifice is inhumane. Some seek to use this to expand their power, which is condemnable. Do not worry, Madams. Even if it means fighting fiercely, I will not let you be harmed."

Although these women lacked the backing of powerful families, they still held some influence. Peter wanted to draw them to his side as well.

Snow Thompson also understood the gravity of the situation. If word got out, her son would become a target of Prince Samuel’s attacks, and she looked at Peter with worry, "Prince, are you sure about what you are doing?"

"Mother, don’t worry, I am aware of the implications."

Once the consorts had what they wanted, they left, one after another.

After seeing them off, Snow Thompson looked at Peter with concern, "I know you want to help everyone, but Prince Samuel’s power is truly immense. Now, he is using this matter to amass a group of ministers on his side. How confident are you in fighting against him?"

Peter merely smiled lightly, "Do not worry. All schemes will blow away like flying ashes before true power. My strength is not to be underestimated."

"Let it be, this affair is yours to consider. I won’t obstruct you. I know you have many matters to attend to, so go back to your tasks."