Zhi’er obediently nodded, "Alright, thank you, big brother!"
Her eyebrows arched, and on her small round face was a sweet smile.
The Xiu Luo Envoy, accustomed to the life-and-death struggles, now faced this tender and soft little creature.
He actually felt a bit embarrassed by her gratitude.
He quickly said, "I wouldn’t dare."
And then hastened inside.
The cold wind around was piercing.
Qingmei couldn’t help but look around.
Everywhere the eye could see were swaying shadows.
As if behind the rockery, or next to the trees, lurked all sorts of sinister spirits.
"Your Highness..." Qingmei suddenly felt, the little princess seemed very reliable!
She squatted down, very close to Zhi’er.
"In the future, we should come to the Xiuluo Guard less often. I heard that at night, ghosts who died miserable deaths come out to haunt here!"
"Earlier there was a little eunuch from the Imperial Affairs Bureau who said that when passing by here, he heard the sounds of ghost crying and wolf howling."
Zhi’er, upon hearing this, immediately let out a smile showing her little white teeth.
"Sister Qingmei, these are all fake! It’s just a bit dark here, actually, there are no ghostly things."
Qingmei swallowed, "Really..."
Zhi’er’s eyes were bright and black, "And think about it, aren’t the ones locked up here the people who don’t listen to dad? So they’re bad people!"
Qingmei silently nodded.
Zhi’er turned around, touching Qingmei’s hair with her little hand.
"So, Sister Qingmei, don’t be scared~"
"Bad guys who become bad ghosts, if they really come out, the first one they’d trouble would be Brother Fu Ce."
"They won’t bully you!"
The fear in Qingmei’s heart lessened considerably.
The little princess was right!
They were criminals tormented by Marquis Wan.
If those people wanted revenge after death, it should be on him!
Thinking of this, she wasn’t scared anymore.
But when she looked up, she saw the figure behind Zhi’er.
Qingmei’s face turned a little pale again.
"Your Highness..." she lowered her voice, signaling Zhi’er to look behind her.
The little girl turned her head.
She found Feng Fuce leaning against the door frame, seemingly very interested, listening to her badmouthing him.
Zhi’er smiled sweetly, "Brother Fu Ce."
With no shame at all for speaking ill of someone behind their back.
Her round little face, big black shiny eyes.
Feng Fuce seemed accustomed to the little one’s quirky nature.
He turned to the side, "Yu Zhun is inside, come in and interrogate."
Qingmei heard this and felt a bit wary, "This... Marquis, if the scene inside is too bloody, the princess might not be able to handle it."
"Can’t the prisoner be brought out and interrogated elsewhere?"
Feng Fuce looked back, his gaze cold as moonlight.
"Yu Zhun tried to escape on the way here and had his leg broken by my men."
"Right now, he’s not in a fit state to be moved."
Qingmei, hearing his firm tone, frowned and looked worriedly at Zhi’er.
The little one waved her hand, "I’m not afraid, let’s go!"
She eagerly took a step forward, raising her little head, ready to walk in confidently.
Suddenly, Zhi’er felt her foot hit the threshold!
Her small body suddenly dipped.
Falling face forward to the ground!
Almost at the same moment, a cold hand grabbed her little arm.
Feng Fuce picked the little one up.
Avoiding her chubby face hitting the ground.
The small bowl in her arms almost spilled its contents.
"Phew~ That was close!" Zhi’er patted her little hand on her heart.
"Not watching where you’re going?" Feng Fuce chuckled.
The little one placed her hands on her hips, looked up at him with a playfully fierce gaze.
"Isn’t it because some big mean brother didn’t light the way, couldn’t see anything!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow.
The prison corridor was always dark.
But upon hearing this, he told the guard beside him, "Light the lamps."