Meng Chang finished speaking, when suddenly a Xiu Luo Envoy hurriedly entered from outside.
He walked to Feng Fuce’s side and whispered a few words.
Feng Fuce’s originally stern expression suddenly became complicated.
It was as if a star suddenly fell into a black snow-filled abyss.
In an instant, all hidden emotions surged, and Feng Fuce’s expression finally showed a hint of fluctuation.
Minister Meng was very curious.
Feng Fuce moved slightly, and Meng Chang thought he was going to stand up.
But immediately after, Feng Fuce adjusted his posture and continued sitting.
"I’m not going." Feng Fuce said coldly.
The Xiu Luo Envoy understood, nodded, and retreated without further comment.
Seeing this, Minister Meng continued his endless apologies.
His stance was as if Feng Fuce would not leave unless he accepted the gift.
The young boy’s cold eyes were filled with impatience, with a slight distraction.
While Minister Meng was babbling endlessly, Feng Fuce suddenly reached out and covered the Peace Jade box.
"I accept the gift. Lord Meng, you may leave."
Meng Chang was stunned!
He quickly asked, "Marquis, does this mean we are reconciling past grudges?"
Feng Fuce coldly looked up, "Yes. If you don’t leave, I’ll regret it."
Meng Chang suddenly stood up, "Leave, leave, leave. I am leaving now, won’t delay the Marquis’s work anymore. I bid farewell."
"Wait." Feng Fuce suddenly spoke.
It startled Meng Chang.
"Does the Marquis have further instructions?"
"Take your uncle’s corpse with you."
Meng Chang was overjoyed.
It’s said that criminals who enter the Xiuluo Guard might have their bodies fed to dogs, and not returned home.
He certainly came on the right day!
"Thank you, Marquis, for your consideration!" Meng Chang repeatedly bowed and called the house servants to collect his deceased younger uncle’s body.
After they left, Feng Fuce pinched his eyebrows.
"Annoying." This Meng Chang, why does he talk so much, his tongue is truly a nuisance.
He had been babbling for thirty minutes, right?
Then Bai Zhi’er should have left by now.
Earlier, the Xiu Luo Envoy told him Bai Zhi’er was wearing an eye veil and came to play in the fake mountain group looking for him.
Feng Fuce did not know what was bothering him, though he didn’t go, his mind couldn’t settle.
At this moment, Chu Ping came in, carrying a box, humming a tune.
Feng Fuce’s face was gloomy, pale and chilly like cold jade.
Chu Ping, seeing his expression, immediately restrained himself.
"Marquis, greetings!" He respectfully performed the courtesy.
Feng Fuce glanced at the food box in his hand and recognized it as something from Ruizhu Palace.
"You went to Ruizhu Palace again?" The young boy frowned, a terrifying aura emanating from him.
Chu Ping quickly explained, "Miss Qingmei promised it to me before!"
"What did she promise you?"
"She said that after eating her pastries, I shouldn’t bother her anymore."
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows.
He saw Chu Ping looking delighted, seemingly unaware of being disliked.
So, Bai Zhi’er had nothing to do with it.
Feng Fuce instantly lost interest in continuing to ask.
Chu Ping stepped forward, opening the box in a flattering manner, "Miss Qingmei’s craftsmanship is really good, Marquis, you should try some too."
"I’m not eating it, take it away."
"Oh... alright," Chu Ping said, frustrated, "By the way, Marquis, I finally figured out why the Princess is ignoring us today!"
Feng Fuce paused his hand holding the dossier, appearing inattentive as if asking casually, "Why?"
"Because she’s in a bad mood." Chu Ping said, "Just now Miss Qingmei said that today is the Princess’s first day of class, and someone insulted her calling her a rootless child."
With a "snap," Feng Fuce closed the dossier.
He lifted his cold eyes, "What did they insult her with?"
Feng Fuce’s gaze startled even Chu Ping.
Chu Ping quietly answered, "Insulted... insulted her as rootless, meaning she was born but not raised by a mother."
"These people are really aggravating, bullying the Princess just because she’s young."