The Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu immediately nodded.
He spoke to the Eldest Heir Bai Xuanmo, politely yet distantly, "My sister is young and easily frightened. I hope you don’t mind, big brother. I’ll take her back to Uncle first."
He carried Bai Zhi’er and turned to leave.
The little one lay on his shoulder and made a face at the frowning Bai Xuanmo.
Hmph, that’s what you get for being fierce earlier!
The fourth son Bai Daoyan gently reassured, "Big brother, spend more time with her, and she will get used to you."
Bai Xuanmo chuckled lightly, his gaze detached and deep. "No worries, once she’s familiar with me, she’ll naturally let me hold her."
With that, he lifted his head and left.
In the distance, a pair of cold eyes watched everything unfold.
Feng Fuce stood outside the bustling crowd.
He wore silver-black clothing, the Asura beast on his chest particularly striking.
It seemed that all the noise, upon approaching him, would be absorbed by a mysterious chill about him.
No one approached to talk to him, and naturally, he didn’t acknowledge anyone.
The banquet was about to begin.
Bai Zhi’er turned her head and saw Feng Fuce standing silently like a pillar at the very edge.
There were also several Xiu Luo Envoys stationed on various sides of the main hall.
The little one was curious and looked up to ask Bai Xilie, who was holding her.
"Father, doesn’t Brother Fu Ce eat? Why doesn’t he have a seat?"
Bai Xilie smiled and glanced lightly at Feng Fuce standing over there.
"Marquis Wan is responsible for protecting your and my safety. He naturally cannot eat, lest he becomes careless and allows an opportunity for miscreants."
So, does he just have to stand there all the time?
The others seemed unfazed.
Though Feng Fuce had the status of a Marquis, ultimately, he was just a tool working for the Emperor.
No one ever cared whether he could sit down to eat.
Everyone only knew that his standing there was a form of deterrence.
But Bai Zhi’er felt this wasn’t right.
This brother, although a big bad guy, always opposing her.
However, last time he reminded her to confirm whether the dead little eunuch was her friend.
Thanks to his reminder, Bai Zhi’er discovered that Brother Juzi wasn’t dead.
So, she should thank him!
Feng Fuce could feel the frequent gazes from the father and daughter in the Emperor’s direction.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at Bai Zhi’er, not knowing what she had said to Bai Xilie.
The Emperor looked at Feng Fuce, pondered for a moment, and nodded.
Soon, Eunuch Quan Xi walked over to Feng Fuce.
"Marquis, the Princess appreciates your hard work and grants you a seat. Please join the banquet and follow me."
Feng Fuce’s cold expression slightly shifted.
He looked towards Bai Zhi’er.
The little one was sitting on Bai Xilie’s lap, the table was so high that only her neck and little head could peek out.
At that moment, she was facing him with a sweet and obedient smile on her fair and round face.
As if telling him that she remembered his kindness!
Feng Fuce’s brows slightly furrowed.
It seems that even toward him, she wouldn’t withhold her kindness.
"Marquis?" Eunuch Quan Xi spoke, his face full of smiles, reminding Feng Fuce, who seemed lost in thought.
Feng Fuce looked at him, "Lead the way."
Bai Xilie directly arranged for Feng Fuce to sit at the table with Prince Rui and Prince Kang.
The civil and military officials present were all taken aback by this.
That was the position of Imperial Relatives, could Marquis Wan really sit there? Did the Emperor value him so highly?
After Feng Fuce sat down, Prince Kang sat nervously upright, and Prince Rui coughed repeatedly.
Compared to the uneasiness of the two Princes, Feng Fuce appeared quite relaxed and natural.
His unique aura was immensely oppressive, as if he were the Prince sitting there.
In the crowd, a middle-aged man with eagle eyes saw this and his expression changed, secretly conveying a signal to a neighboring table.