At this moment, outside the Zheng Residence, there were Asura emissaries standing guard.
It seemed they had been ordered during the day to come and clean up.
Seeing Marquis Wan arrive, everyone bowed in unison and greeted him.
Bai Zhi’er followed Feng Fuce directly into the Zheng Mansion.
The scene was a mess.
Potted plants were smashed everywhere, clothes left behind by someone were scattered on the ground, and occasionally a pearl with a broken string could be seen.
It was as if a great escape had just occurred.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes and saw that in some places, there were traces of blood.
Chu Ping, following beside them, said, "When we arrived earlier, the Zheng Family was preparing to escape after hearing the news."
"So there was a little conflict between our people and them, but don’t worry, Your Highness, I have already cleared away everything that needed to be cleared according to the Marquis’s instructions."
"Feel free to look around, there’s nothing inappropriate to see."
Feng Fuce glanced at him, as if annoyed by Chu Ping’s loquacity.
The reason he gave Chu Ping such instructions was because he remembered that the last time Bai Zhi’er went to the Xiuluo Guard, she would flinch at seeing prisoners unharmed.
Bai Zhi’er gave a sweet smile.
"I wonder how much money Zheng Family has to pay for my dad’s incense burner!"
Chu Ping immediately said, "A lot! Your Highness, let me take you directly to Zheng Jin’s study; the collections in there, oh my, each one is expensive!"
Bai Zhi’er quickly nodded.
Chu Ping led her and Feng Fuce straight to the backyard.
After opening the door, the study was pitch dark.
Bai Zhi’er had just lifted her little foot, ready to step inside.
Who knew the threshold was so high that her small body stumbled and staggered two steps.
A slender hand directly grabbed her by the collar.
Which kept Bai Zhi’er from falling.
Feng Fuce waved his hand, and the lamps inside the room suddenly lit up.
His deep-set eyes and long brows appeared as though covered by a layer of shadow.
"Clumsy." He sneered, releasing her collar.
Bai Zhi’er puffed up her little cheek: "Even horses stumble, even treasures have missteps!"
Chu Ping’s voice came from ahead: "Your Highness, look! Pale yellow phoenix glaze!"
The little one turned her eyes and stepped da-da-da with her small feet.
The porcelain in Chu Ping’s hand could be called top-grade.
She nodded: "It looks very expensive, it could buy a lot of delicious food!"
Chu Ping waved his hand: "Not just that, look at this wall, it’s full of treasures!"
Bai Zhi’er lifted her little face.
On the multi-treasure shelves against the wall, each compartment contained expensive masterpieces.
However, Bai Zhi’er’s dark and lively eyes suddenly stopped on a white porcelain vase.
Among all these rare treasures, this vase seemed unremarkable.
The reason the little one noticed it was because—
It was a counterfeit fake.
Fake white porcelain would not appear so dull under the light.
Bai Zhi’er tilted her head in confusion, her little face pink and cute.
The shelf was full of expensive treasures, so why was there suddenly a fake here?
She stood on her tiptoes, wanting to take it and have a look.
But alas, when needed, she only realized her legs were too short, she couldn’t reach it!
Feng Fuce reached out, helping her to take it down.
He looked indifferent, asking, "Want to see this?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded: "This is the only counterfeit, I want to see what makes it different."
However, as soon as she finished her words.
They heard several clicking sounds of mechanisms turning.
Behind them, an underground secret door gradually revealed itself.
"Hmm?" Bai Zhi’er blinked.
Chu Ping was startled: "Why is there a hidden door, could it be a tunnel, or hiding people!"
Feng Fuce frowned, his gaze calm and indifferent.
"Let’s go down and see."