Feng Fuce stepped back half a step, but the sharp object in the boy’s hand still left a short, shallow blood mark on his chin.
Beside him, Chu Ping and the Xiu Luo Envoy rushed forward, holding the boy down tightly.
The sharp object in his hand fell to the ground.
It turned out to be a piece of sharpened stone.
The boy struggled and roared, "You are the Brocade Armor Shura Guard, just like those bandits, you’re all bad people!"
Chu Ping angrily rebuked, "How ungrateful you are! Without us, you’d already be dead!"
He turned to look at Feng Fuce, "Marquis, are you alright?"
The boy almost roared, "I don’t need your help! The Xiuluo Guard are infamous for their atrocities, everyone knows that!"
Feng Fuce raised his hand with cold eyes, casually using his thumb to wipe his chin.
His face was already pale as jade, and with a touch of sudden blood, the darkness in his eyes seemed even more like thick ink.
Feng Fuce slowly walked forward, reached out, and grabbed the boy’s neck.
His voice was low and cold, his gaze revealed an indifference to mortals.
"If you weren’t afraid to die, why hide in a bamboo basket earlier? If you have the courage to curse me, why not pick up a sword and fight to the end with those bandits who harmed your people?"
As Feng Fuce spoke, he let out a mocking laugh, and the force in his grip gradually increased.
The boy felt pain as if suffocating!
Just when he thought he was about to die.
The force on his neck suddenly loosened, and the boy fell to the ground.
Like a drowning person, he gasped and coughed heavily.
The murderous intent in Feng Fuce’s eyes faded away in an instant.
He turned around, ordering coldly, "Take him back to the Xiuluo Guard."
"Yes," Chu Ping responded.
Finally, after a careful search by the Xiu Luo Envoy, it was discovered that in this unfortunate village that was robbed by bandits, the boy was the only survivor.
By dusk, Feng Fuce led his subordinates back to the Imperial City to report.
On Chinese New Year’s Eve, beautiful red lanterns with the word "Fu" were hung everywhere in the palace.
Mischievous little palace Servants and little eunuchs, holding fireworks given by the little princess, covered their ears and set them off.
The courtyard of Ruizhu Palace was full of lively and festive atmosphere.
After dinner, Bai Xilie hugged Bai Zhi’er and smiled, "Zhi’er, cover your ears, daddy will let you set off fireworks!"
The little one in his arms, dressed in a crimson brocade coat, looked like a cheerful red marble.
Bai Zhi’er quickly covered her ears with her small hands, blinking her big eyes softly and saying, "Zhi Bao is ready!"
The Palace Attendants stood under the corridor, and after Bai Xilie lit long strings of crackling firecrackers while holding the little one, everyone cheered—
"Happy New Year!" "Happy New Year!" "Safe and sound!"
Bai Zhi’er’s large eyes were full of the momentary brightness of the firecrackers exploding.
With the gentle night, golden roof tiles, white thin snow, and red loud firecrackers.
These, mom said, are her favorite human fireworks!
Bai Zhi’er clenched her little hands into a fist.
She gave Bai Xilie a bow: "Daddy, Happy New Year, wish you prosperity, hand over the Red Envelope~"
Bai Xilie was first taken aback, then laughed heartily: "You little one, you even know to ask daddy for New Year’s money?"
Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly, her tender round face full of pride.
"Sister Qingmei taught me!"
She said, as long as you give New Year’s greetings, everyone will take out silver!
With his daughter accompanying him, Bai Xilie was very happy and took out the Red Envelope from his sleeve.
"Daddy has prepared it for you long ago."
"Thank you, daddy!" Bai Zhi’er gave a smack, kissing her father’s cheek.