Inside the chilling Xiuluo Guard.
Feng Fuce sat idly behind the desk.
Chu Ping was beside him, reporting everything seen at Mingyang Academy this morning.
"With Marquis not present, you have no idea how those self-righteous noble families tore into each other, so despicable and shameless."
Feng Fuce chuckled: "Just as expected."
Chu Ping hurriedly said, "By the way, the Imperial Guard just delivered two sacks here. They say it’s arranged by the Emperor for us to interrogate."
Feng Fuce stood up and walked over to the two sacks piled in the corner.
He lifted his boot and directly opened the mouth of one sack.
The unconscious, bruised face of Master was revealed.
Chu Ping remarked nearby, "As Marquis predicted, the Emperor really beat him half to death."
Feng Fuce looked down coldly for a while, then casually said, "The Emperor showed mercy."
Chu Ping’s eyes widened, "You call this mercy? He’s almost beaten to death."
Feng Fuce smiled, a hint of murkiness in his gaze as he looked at Chu Ping.
"Still left him with a breath, would you call that mercy?"
Chu Ping couldn’t refute.
Feng Fuce turned, waved his hand: "Immerse them in the salt barrel, I don’t have time to wait for them to wake up, let’s interrogate them first."
The salt barrel is one of the tortures of Xiuluo Guard.
It mainly contains coarse salt and vinegar.
For those with wounds, the coarse salt stimulates the pain, forcing them to awaken even from unconsciousness.
The vinegar keeps the wounds bleeding, even causing swelling and festering.
Several Xiuluo Envoys wearing evil ghost masks immediately stepped forward, pulling the Master and Second Master out of the sacks.
Feng Fuce gestured alluringly with his fingers, signaling Chu Ping to come over.
He whispered instructions: "The Emperor only targeted the Master, what about those from the Li Family, Zhang Family, and Wei Family who stirred trouble at the academy?"
Chu Ping replied, "Perhaps because Princess was present, the Emperor merely reprimanded them a bit, and they barely escaped disaster."
Feng Fuce sat on the chair, sneering coldly.
His long eyes gleamed coldly, his fingers supported by the side of his forehead.
"Seems like we didn’t hit them hard enough last time; they still had the nerve to stir at the academy."
Feng Fuce raised his brow: "Since the Emperor won’t intervene, then we will. These days, don’t let their families have peace."
"Yes." Chu Ping turned to leave.
"Wait," Feng Fuce paused: "Do it cleanly and keep your mouth shut, don’t mention it to Qingmei."
Chu Ping’s brows relaxed, he chuckled: "Marquis, don’t worry, I understand your meaning, you don’t want Princess to know, I get it."
Feng Fuce’s eyes turned cold, his dark pupil gloomy, suddenly emitting an intimidating aura.
Chu Ping quickly shut his mouth, bowed and withdrew, slipping away like smoke.
Feng Fuce picked up an orange from the plate on the table.
With cold eyes, he pondered silently.
The little rascal has been busy these few days, probably won’t have time to eat oranges.
Winter is about to pass; by then, they won’t be available even if you want them.
Suddenly, a faint cat meow was heard.
Feng Fuce lifted his eyes; suddenly he saw a plump ginger cat had somehow wandered into this place.
This was a stray cat in the palace often fed by Bai Zhi’er, she even named it Dahua.
Dahua was clearly frightened by the eerie atmosphere of Xiuluo Guard.
Its plump body curled into a ball, alertly seeking a way out, yet constantly hitting walls.
Feng Fuce stood up and walked over.
Dahua arched its body in fright, letting out a hissing warning.