Feng Fuce lightly raised an eyebrow.
He leisurely walked down the steps.
As he passed by Zheng Jin’s side,
This time, his voice was deep and melodious, yet it concealed a sharpness like a blade.
"Vice Minister Zheng, not long ago I captured a servant, and coincidentally, she turned out to be a master of poison."
"Not only that, she also had a kind of poisonous insect in her body."
"This servant served the Second Aunt at Prince Kang’s Mansion before she died. She seemed ordinary, yet she possessed extraordinary skills."
"What’s interesting," Feng Fuce chuckled softly, "is that I also discovered that this kind of poisonous insect was a method used in the former dynasty’s imperial palace to control the Death Soldiers."
"If I recall correctly, Vice Minister Zheng, your mother, after separating from your father, married a Commandery Prince."
Zheng Jin, upon hearing this, could hardly conceal the panic in his eyes.
He turned his head, his eyes reddened, staring at Feng Fuce, as if desperately trying to suppress something.
Feng Fuce rather enjoyed observing such panic in people.
"By the way, I’ve heard that Yu Zhun, the Chief of the Secretariat, is now run by your maternal uncle in that department."
His long eyes revealed a thorough chill, accompanied by a faint, spine-chilling smile.
"Zheng Jin, when all these threads and connections come together, they all seem related to you."
"It would be best if, as you said, everything is merely a coincidence."
"Otherwise, I must invite you to sit for a while at the Xiuluo Guard."
Having said this, Feng Fuce strode away.
Several Xiu Luo Envoys wearing evil ghost masks followed him out.
After they left, Zheng Moxin rolled her eyes impatiently.
"What a nuisance, these people are so detestable! Dad, let’s go home; I’m cold already!"
Right after she said this, she noticed that Zheng Jin did not answer her.
Zheng Moxin looked up.
She saw Zheng Jin staring at the back of Feng Fuce.
That face, usually full of fatherly love, showed an expression that frightened her.
Zheng Jin’s expression was so sinister and malicious.
"Dad?" Zheng Moxin’s voice trembled.
Only then did Zheng Jin return to his senses, resuming his usual affectionate smile.
"Moxin, you must have waited long. We’ll go home now."
Every step down the stairs,
Zheng Jin was in utter chaos!
Yu Zhun had not yet assassinated, and the dagger was discovered.
To stay alive, he lied, claiming he was there to assassinate Feng Fuce.
But Zheng Jin never expected that in doing so, he would provoke that great Evil Star!
Feng Fuce had even traced it back to Prince Kang’s Second Aunt.
Zheng Jin clenched his fists secretly.
He could not afford to sit idly by any longer!
Bai Zhi’er, carrying a small bowl, with Qingmei and six Palace Attendants, arrived at the gates of the Brocade Armor Shura Guard.
The two Xiu Luo Envoys on guard thought they were seeing things.
The dim light from the lanterns at the entrance illuminated Bai Zhi’er’s milky face.
A pair of large, kind black eyes.
"I’m here to see Brother Ce, is he around?" the little one spoke, her voice soft and sweet.
The guard was taken aback, nodding repeatedly.
"Please follow me, Princess," he said respectfully.
Qingmei closely followed behind Bai Zhi’er.
Upon entering the entrance of the Xiuluo Guard, they realized it was not business hours, the sky was dark, and there was not even a light on.
The courtyard and corridors were pitch black, with only the cold moonlight spreading across.
Qingmei, recalling the rumors, shivered in fear.
In contrast, Bai Zhi’er’s young face was full of innocence.
The Xiuluo Guard covered a large area, with quite a number of prisoners detained.
The guard asked Bai Zhi’er to wait in front of a door.
"There are prisoners being punished inside. It is best for the Princess not to look. Please wait outside for a moment; I will go in to inform the Marquis."