Feng Fuce’s eyes glimmered with a bone-chilling coldness.
After hearing Bai Zhi’er’s words, it instantly returned to calm.
It was as if a blazing fire was silently flattened.
He turned his gaze, with a hint of amusement, raising an eyebrow at the little one in the Emperor’s arms.
Bai Zhi’er slapped the table with her small hands, seemingly very angry.
"This uncle is lying, even this nest can’t stand listening!"
Bai Xilie hurriedly covered his daughter’s small hands.
"Good Zhi’er, let’s not hit the table, be careful not to hurt your hands! If you don’t person, Daddy will deal with him!"
Historian Wang saw this and directly stepped forward to speak candidly.
"This official believes the Princess is right, this person is Yu Zhun, the Sixth Rank Secretary Chief of the Secretariat."
"Everyone knows, the Secretariat’s work is leisurely, only sweeping books and copying calligraphy each day."
"Master Yu, when did you have a conflict with the Marquis, and even thought of poisoning him at the Emperor’s plum banquet?"
This question, each word was a perfect stroke.
The man named Yu Zhun was utterly speechless.
Because, he had never had any dealings with Feng Fuce!
Even if he lied, Bai Xilie would send someone to investigate and find it’s false.
Bai Xilie felt there was no need to continue interrogating.
Mainly afraid that if it continued, his precious daughter would once again hit the table.
"Someone, convey my decree, Yu Zhun, the Chief of the Secretariat, hidden poison in the hall, harbored evil intentions, his crime is unforgivable!"
"Execute his kin for three generations, take them away!"
Yu Zhun instantly looked up, his eyes shocked, as if struck on the head!
Three generations of kin, that meant his parents and grandmother, all would be doomed!
Yu Zhun was frightened.
He had agreed to do this dangerous deed for the sake of his family!
"Emperor, this official... um!" Before Yu Zhun could speak, the Xiu Luo Envoy stuffed his mouth with cloth.
He was directly dragged away.
Bai Zhi’er’s dark eyes watched in the direction Yu Zhun was taken.
Her pink lips moved, as if wanting to plead, asking Daddy not to kill so many people.
But, as soon as she was about to speak, the little one thought of another idea.
She turned to Bai Xilie and said, "Daddy, that bad uncle just cursed Brother Ce, how about letting Brother Ce handle the execution to let off some steam!"
Bai Xilie thought for a moment, deciding that the fate of Yu Zhun’s family was sealed, it didn’t matter who carried it out.
So he nodded his head: "Alright, let’s do as Zhi’er says. Marquis Wan, Yu Zhun and his family will be handed over to you for execution."
Feng Fuce cast an inscrutable glance at Bai Zhi’er, then accepted the order.
The plum banquet ended abruptly after such an incident, as everyone excused themselves one after another.
While there were still people around.
Bai Zhi’er made her way to Feng Fuce’s side with her little feet.
She stretched out a small finger, poking his hand back.
Feng Fuce lowered his gaze, looking at Bai Zhi’er standing before him like a scrumptious little bun.
"Brother Fuce, that Yu Zhun cursed you, why didn’t you curse back?" the little one said in her soft voice.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow slightly: "I don’t like wasting time with such people."
Bai Zhi’er pouted, her pink little face puffed out: "Big bad guy."
Feng Fuce immediately replied: "Little rascal."
Bai Zhi’er clenched her fist, akin to a soup dumpling’s size: "He cursed you, and you didn’t retort, but when I say something, you retort back!"
The little one was furious: "Brother Fuce, are you deliberately bullying me?"
Feng Fuce saw her round cheeks, the gleaming black eyes brimming with a spoiled childishness.
He couldn’t help but smile suddenly.
After that, he added: "I like bullying kids like you."
Bai Zhi’er really wanted to jump and hit him.
She thought of something important, waving her little hand: "I have something to say, bend down and lower your head, come closer."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Are you going to bite me?"
Bai Zhi’er stomped her little feet: "I’m not that bad! Are you listening or not, if not I’m leaving!"
Feng Fuce lowered his head, his thin lips faintly pursed: "Go ahead."
Bai Zhi’er stood on tiptoe, tugging at his ear, softly whispering: "Don’t kill Yu Zhun and his family just yet, I want to interrogate personally!"
Feng Fuce’s dark eyes were profoundly deep.
He slightly raised an eyebrow: "Finished speaking?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded, her little hands behind her back, like a little adult.
"I’ll come tonight, you have to wait for me, don’t be hasty!"
After saying this, she walked away with her little feet.
But after walking a few steps, she turned back to emphasize: "Make sure to wait for me!"
Feng Fuce watched the small figure retreating.
He raised a cold hand to touch his ear.
This little rascal, she wasn’t gentle at all.