Zhi Bao’s gaze, was completely blocked by Feng Fuce in front of her.
She tilted her small head curiously, wanting to see what was happening.
But Bai Xilie covered her eyes.
"Zhi Bao, let’s not look, it’ll only dirty your eyes."
The Xiu Luo Envoy had already rushed up, holding down Zheng Jin and his daughter.
Even as Zheng Jin lay on the ground, he glared angrily, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.
"Bai Xilie! You’ve crippled me, and it’s nothing to kill me, but you also want my daughter to die with me!"
"I curse you to die a horrible death, that you will never see Jing Jia for all eternity! I curse you to lose everything you’ve gained! I curse your daughter to not live past five years old!"
With that, he let out a maniacal laugh.
Zhi Bao heard his filthy words.
Her little face immediately showed an angry expression.
She was still here, and he was bullying her father, thinking she was as fragile as candy!
Zhi Bao put her hands on her hips and righteously shouted, "Rebound!"
As soon as she spoke.
Zheng Moxin, who was in panic, suddenly felt a tightening in her chest.
An intense, numbing pain radiated from her heart.
Quickly, her eyes glazed over, her complexion turned pale and yellow, and she fell straight to the ground.
The back of her head hit the incense burner beside her heavily.
With a clattering sound as the incense burner fell to the ground, blood gradually flowed from the back of her head.
Zheng Moxin died with eyes wide open, full of unwillingness.
"Moxin!" Zheng Jin howled, wanting to rush over but was already dragged out of the hall by the Xiu Luo Envoy.
Zhi Bao heard the commotion but couldn’t see anything.
Her father had tightly covered her eyes.
"What’s that noise? Are they throwing a tantrum and smashing things?"
Bai Xilie hadn’t yet responded.
Feng Fuce just turned his head slightly and replied softly, "A gold-plated incense burner, about half a person’s height, was broken."
Zhi Bao kicked her little legs angrily.
"Father, let me go down and scold them; breaking our things, isn’t this outrageous? They must pay for it!"
Bai Xilie felt amused and helpless hearing her words.
He quickly hugged his daughter tightly and turned her around.
Letting Zhi Bao only see the Dragon Chair, unable to see the trail of blood leading to the door.
Bai Xilie patted Zhi Bao’s back, "Zh’er, be good, we won’t argue with these two sinners."
Sending them to meet King Yan as soon as possible is the right thing to do.
Bai Xilie cast a cold, harsh look toward Feng Fuce.
The meaning was to have Zheng Jin tortured and diced before killing him.
Feng Fuce just nodded slightly, looking to Chu Ping waiting on the side.
Chu Ping immediately went out to make arrangements.
The Palace Attendants and eunuchs, skillfully carrying cleaning tools, came in to clean and wash away the blood on the ground.
Bai Xilie instructed Eunuch Quan Xi to find someone to take away Yu Zhun’s mother.
Zhi Bao said in her soft, milky voice, "Brother Fuce, can you stand in front of me, I can’t see you!"
Feng Fuce walked behind Bai Xilie, coming to stand in front of Zhi Bao as requested.
The young boy slightly raised a brow, looking at Zhi Bao with her small puffed face, lying on the Emperor’s shoulder.
She blinked her big eyes and curiously asked, "How did Yu Zhun’s family escape the fire?"
"I sent someone to save them," Feng Fuce calmly replied.
"Someone like Zheng Jin would definitely destroy evidence, even if it means silencing witnesses. Thinking of this, I sent people to the Yu Mansion today."
Zhi Bao’s watery eyes immediately filled with admiration.
She gave a sweet smile, "From today on, I’ve decided not to call you a big villain anymore!"
"Brother Fuce, you’re amazing!"
Today, it was thanks to him and that mysterious good person who quietly sent her evidence.