Bai Zhi’er had no time to worry about it, just focused her eyes on the black-gold embroidery thread in her hand.
She recognized this kind of thread.
The Imperial Affairs Bureau had made some clothes, and they used this color of gold thread for the patterns.
"Strange~," the little one mumbled, "Did Dahua tear Brother Juzi’s clothes?"
However, Qingmei was now her Chief Palace Servant, yet even she couldn’t wear clothes of this specification.
Brother Juzi, just a little eunuch, could actually have clothes with such black-gold embroidery?
Bai Zhi’er also recalled the door she glimpsed a moment earlier.
A place like the Orange Garden, even if there were rooms, they would be very small side rooms.
But Bai Zhi’er remembered that the door she saw was clearly made of expensive mahogany, freshly lacquered.
Hmm... even stranger.
Could it be that Brother Juzi wasn’t a little eunuch, but rather...
Because Bai Zhi’er had heard from Qingmei that there was a Chief Eunuch in the Imperial Affairs Bureau, on par with the Chief Aunt.
All the palace attendants tried to curry favor with him, as he was a master among servants.
Bai Zhi’er scratched her face with her little hand, feeling quite puzzled.
But just then, her little stomach suddenly growled.
"Oh ho, in that case, let’s go back and eat something first!"
Nothing’s more important than her meal~
With all her doubts cast aside, Bai Zhi’er skipped back to Ruizhu Palace in a light and joyful manner.
Meanwhile, Feng Fuce’s eyes were as dark as ink, and he returned to the Xiuluo Guard with a grim aura.
He almost let the little rascal discover him.
If he had known the orange cat would be so clingy, he wouldn’t have fed it so much.
Feng Fuce frowned and dusted off his sleeve.
Chu Ping was interrogating the Second Master with a fierce demeanor.
But catching sight of Feng Fuce entering, Chu Ping turned his head to look for a moment and couldn’t help but ask, "Marquis, why is your collar open?"
Feng Fuce looked down, the upright collar of his outer garment had been scratched open at some point.
He touched it with long fingers, coldly saying, "Scratched by a cat."
Chu Ping, hearing this, couldn’t help but laugh, "The one you fed a few days ago? Tsk tsk, this cat dared to do what others wouldn’t."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, shooting a cold, warning glance over.
Chu Ping immediately straightened up and reported, "The interrogation is almost complete, there were three people who went to the Xianghong Building with Prince Kang that day."
"One of them was the Third Master, but he was called there by the Master. The other two were the elder of the Wang Family, and Minister Wei of the Ministry of Rites."
Feng Fuce walked to the table, casually picking up a dossier.
His tone was detached, "Is the Honglu Temple involved in this too?"
Chu Ping nodded, "According to the Second Master’s confession, Prince Kang’s Second Aunt and Lixiang were likely sent by Minister Wei."
Honglu Temple, which primarily hosts foreign emissaries, had officials dealing with other countries all year round.
Their powers were special, and if someone had a complicated background, it wouldn’t be easy to handle.
Yet, from start to finish, Feng Fuce’s long eyebrows remained indifferent.
He turned his head slightly to glance at the barely breathing Master.
"Mingyang Academy, is it training officials for Great Chu, or harboring rebellious traitors?" The youth sneered softly.
Such treasonous words slipped lightly from Feng Fuce’s mouth, and none in the room of Xiuluo Envoys dared to respond, all lowering their heads.
Feng Fuce put down the dossier, seemingly about to leave.
Chu Ping hurriedly asked, "Marquis, should we spare the lives of these two Masters?"
The young man didn’t look back, merely leaving a sentence: "Keep them for now, kill them in three days."