The Brocade Armor Shura Guard is ruthless in their actions.
Ordinary officials are almost unwilling to associate with them.
If it weren’t for this matter, Meng Chang wouldn’t want anything to do with Feng Fuce at all.
However, this time Feng Fuce has come to trouble him!
At this moment, the house servant that Meng Chang sent to the Xiuluo Guard to request the body had returned.
"Master!" The servant entered, his face pale with panic: "That Marquis Wan, he... he..."
Lady Meng rushed over, extremely anxious: "Speak quickly! Is he willing to return my brother’s body?"
The servant swallowed a gulp of saliva, hesitated: "He did return it, but..."
"Only part of it." The servant opened the box cradled in his hands.
Inside, shockingly, was a severed hand!
"Ah—!" Lady Meng let out a miserable scream and immediately fainted from fright.
Meng Chang was also startled.
But he was accustomed to storms and maintained some composure.
He supported his wife immediately.
With anger, he sternly questioned the servant: "What else did Marquis Wan say?"
The servant, trembling with fear, said: "Marquis Wan said... our uncle’s hand reached too far, it was an eyesore to him, so he chopped it off."
"He also said that if Master wants the whole body, he must go to the Xiuluo Guard personally to find him, otherwise, every time we go, he will return only one piece."
Meng Chang was filled with rage: "This is too much!"
This Marquis Wan really thinks the Meng Family is easy to bully?!
"Prepare the ink! I am writing a memorial to petition the Emperor now!"
The next day, the weather was clear.
The courtyard in the imperial palace had half-melted snow that dripped with glistening water droplets, making the golden tiles and red walls of the palace shine beautifully.
Because today all officials were on leave, Bai Xilie devoted the day to spending time with his daughter.
Inside Ruizhu Palace, the earth dragon radiated warmth and comfort.
Bai Zhi’er’s soft, milky voice came from within: "Father, does it feel good?"
Bai Xilie sat on a chair, with a round stool behind him, and the little one stood on top.
With two chubby little hands, she earnestly massaged Bai Xilie’s shoulders.
Occasionally, she even took the initiative to give a few taps.
Bai Xilie laughed heartily: "It feels good, but Zhi’er must be tired, take a rest."
He held his daughter’s small hands.
Who knew, Bai Zhi’er immediately shook her head: "Not tired! Father works hard daily, Zhi’er will rub Father’s head more!"
Her two small hands climbed over Bai Xilie’s scalp, rubbing it up and down.
Although the massage technique was really peculiar,
Bai Xilie was filled with a sense of happiness.
Such an obedient daughter, luckily she is his!
After finishing, Bai Zhi’er pouted her little bottom and got down from the stool.
Then she dashed to the table with her small feet, carrying a tea tray with both hands.
She wobbled over to Bai Xilie’s eyes.
"Father, please have some tea!" The little one held up the tea tray, blinking her big round eyes, looking soft and cute!
Bai Xilie immediately sat up straight: "My darling, be careful not to burn yourself!"
He quickly took the teapot down and placed it on the table.
Seeing this, Bai Zhi’er took the initiative to pour tea for him.
Bai Xilie raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.
Today, his precious daughter seemed especially attentive.
At this moment, Qingmei came in from outside.
"Emperor, Princess Consort Kang has entered the palace and wishes to see you."
Bai Xilie upon hearing this: "Bring her in."
Soon, Princess Consort Kang entered while holding onto the hand of her maid, Qing Lan.
After paying her respects, she raised her head, and Bai Zhi’er, with her long eyelashes blinking, saw that Third Aunt seemed not to have slept well, with dark circles under her eyes.