Feng Fuce saw her insist and mused, "How about this, you help me keep these silver coins?"
Zhi’er blinked: "Give it to you when Brother Fu Ce needs them?"
Zhi’er immediately agreed with a squinting smile.
She used her small hands to put the money back into the wallet.
Seeing the child giggle, a deep and profound look flickered in Feng Fuce’s eyes.
Silver, he certainly didn’t lack, nor would he ask for it.
He just didn’t expect Zhi’er to remember so clearly.
Every penny, unwilling to owe him any.
At this moment, Zhi’er’s eyes curiously glanced around.
She remembered last time, every cell had someone bloody inside.
Why this time, are these cells all empty?
She took small steps, finding everything new and exciting, while Feng Fuce followed her calmly with steady steps.
Zhi’er stood in front of a wall full of instruments of torture.
She looked up with her delicate pink face, her big eyes blinking lightly.
"Brother Fu Ce, what’s this for?"
Feng Fuce replied calmly, "For decoration."
"Oh..." The little one nodded as if she understood, examining it seriously: "Indeed, if missing something, this wall would be empty."
The Xiu Luo Envoy standing nearby felt terrified.
How could the Marquis speak such nonsense so calmly?
Those are clearly used for torturing prisoners!
"Brother Fu Ce, do you have fireworks here? Let’s play with them later!"
Feng Fuce furrowed his brows slightly.
Such things, of course, were not in the Xiuluo Guard.
He paused and instructed the person beside him: "Go prepare some."
Zhi’er, thinking of setting off fireworks together later, happily trotted with her small feet toward some cells to explore.
However, after a few steps, her large eyes suddenly saw something dark crawling on the ground at the corner ahead!
The little one screamed in shock.
"Ah~ a rat!" Zhi’er turned and quickly ran behind Feng Fuce.
She clutched his sleeve tightly with her little hands, her small body pressed against Feng Fuce, her big eyes wide with fear.
Upon hearing her scream, Feng Fuce instinctively shielded her within his reach.
Together, they looked forward.
The thing that looked neither human nor beast slowly lifted its head, revealing a pair of eyes filled with resentment.
The young boy’s face was smeared with some dirt, but his mouth was stuffed with a cloth, leaving him speechless, with his hands and feet bound, he could only squirm to escape.
Feng Fuce’s brow instantly chilled.
It was the little boy he rescued.
Zhi’er, still a bit frightened, spoke in a baby voice, surprised: "It’s actually a person!"
At this point, Chu Ping, who was flirting with Qingmei at the door, heard Zhi’er’s shout, and they both ran inside.
Chu Ping immediately understood what happened upon seeing the boy on the ground.
He hurriedly said: "Don’t be afraid, Your Highness, this person was severely injured and refused to take medicine, so I had to tie him up."
Zhi’er blinked her long lashes: "Then why gag his mouth?"
Chu Ping coughed lightly: "Afraid his screams would frighten you."
The little one breathed a sigh of relief: "So that’s how it is!"
Qingmei, seeing the boy’s left foot bloody, felt something was amiss.
She suggested: "Your Highness, why don’t I take you back, since the Marquis and others are busy."
Zhi’er, however, released Feng Fuce’s sleeve and walked towards the boy.
Her voice light: "No rush, I still have to play with Brother Fu Ce with fireworks, let me have a look at this injured person."