Zhi’er blinked her moist, jet-black eyes.
She said, "Daddy, earlier I went to play in the bamboo forest, and this little snake came out to scare people!"
At this point, the little one looked towards Bai Xuanmo in the distance.
The latter’s handsome and seductive face stiffened slightly.
Zhi’er withdrew her gaze, "Then, following the little snake, I found the wood that was thrown in the grass!"
Prince Kang slammed the table: "This is intolerable, it must be him secretly bringing the wood and dagger into the palace, extracting the poisonous juice, and then throwing the wood in the grass!"
Prince Kang sneered, "Ha, did you think no one would know about this? Didn’t expect Zhi’er to discover it, did you?"
The man kneeling on the ground was sweating profusely.
He really had thought, if questioned, he would never admit to what kind of poison it was.
That way, after he stabbed Bai Xilie with the knife.
The Imperial Physicians would be at a loss, not knowing where to start detoxifying!
Bai Xilie would die violently within thirty minutes!
But he never expected things to develop to this point.
Bai Xilie stared at the man, his gaze growing colder.
"You brought a poisoned dagger, who were you planning to kill?" he asked in a deep voice.
His gaze was full of Evil Qi!
The man trembled slightly. His eyes fell on the black boots of Feng Fuce, who was close at hand.
"Kill... kill Marquis Wan!" the man seemed to recklessly admit, his face flushed red with veins popping out.
He lifted his eyes, looking towards Feng Fuce in front of him.
He seemed to harbor great hatred.
"Marquis Wan is bloodthirsty and ruthless, using deceit, he has deceived the Emperor’s trust!"
"Such a treacherous official should be swiftly executed. To remove this person for the Emperor, even if it means taking on infamy, I have no regrets!"
Feng Fuce raised his cold eyebrows.
Everyone present, including Bai Xilie, couldn’t quite believe it.
The man perhaps found a chance to survive!
If he admitted he wanted to assassinate the Emperor, he would be dead for sure!
But Marquis Wan was different, everyone wanted to kill him!
Besides, he hadn’t even made a move and was found out!
Even if they knew he wanted to assassinate the Emperor, there was no evidence!
The man grew increasingly agitated: "Feng Fuce! How many innocent lives are on your hands? That I didn’t kill you today is your luck!"
"But don’t forget, Heaven above won’t allow a villain like you to roam free forever!"
The hall was brightly lit, yet Feng Fuce stood with his back to the light.
He lowered his cold eyes, gazing at the man in front, feigning righteous indignation.
That gaze was as if looking at a corpse.
The light so bright, yet only revealing his jet-black sideburns, failing to illuminate his eyes.
Feng Fuce slightly lowered his head, his thin lips forming a cold arc.
"That I didn’t confront you, do you really think it was luck?"
Though not aggressive, his tone carried an overwhelming chill!
Piercing like a force into the man’s crown!
Making him shudder all over.
Thinking of the rumored torturous methods of Marquis Wan, the man was deeply terrified.
But, having offended Marquis Wan, he could still walk out of this grand hall today.
If he admitted he was out to assassinate the Emperor, his life would end!
Just as the man was about to retort again, a tender voice, with a fierce tone, sounded—
"You lying rascal, how dare you deceive people! Do you think Brother Fu Ce is an honest person and just bully him!"
Everyone present was greatly shocked.
Marquis Wan? An honest person?