"No, no, that sounds a little too inappropriate," John said, shaking his head. "Let's do it this way—spread the word that the Fifth Prince has done far too many disgraceful things. He harassed pretty young boys, spied on old ladies bathing at midnight, and even stole undergarments from a widowed sister. All in all, he's committed so many vile acts that the gods finally decided to punish him."
"Let the rumor say the divine punishment caused him to become pregnant. He's now suffering from extreme morning sickness, swelling, and fatigue, and can only waddle around with a huge belly."
"Make sure this rumor spreads to every corner of the imperial capital," he added with a serious look. "And if it somehow reaches the other princes' ears, even better."
High Minister Leo stared long and hard at John. After a long silence, he slowly rubbed his temples and sighed.
"You're sure you want to circulate this kind of rumor?" he asked. "This is complete and utter nonsense!"
