These days the weather has become even colder, with a heavy snowfall.
It has covered the courtyard of the Brocade Armor Shura Guard with a more chilling and cold white.
Feng Fuce got down from the carriage and was about to enter the guardhouse when the Gate Envoy at the door handed him a thin booklet.
"What is it?" The young boy asked.
The Gate Envoy replied, "It was just delivered by someone sent by Princess Cui Cuo. She said it’s the... Flower Cat Album, to specially thank the Marquis for the wooden butterfly. The Princess likes it very much, so she crafted a return gift by hand."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow slightly. He stared at the chunky and childlike characters "Flower Cat Album" on the cover.
He thought of the soft little creature full of luck and fragrance.
After a moment, he didn’t throw away the booklet, instead reached out to take it.
Entering the guardhouse, Feng Fuce was first surrounded by several Xiu Luo Envoys and went to the dark prison to interrogate someone.
The bloody prisoner on the rack was already beyond recognition, with their skin peeling off.
To get a confession, the Xiu Luo Envoy poured a barrel of boiling hot pepper water over his unblemished body.
The prisoner’s screams pierced the eardrums.
However, Feng Fuce sat not far off, expression unchanged.
He lowered his cold eyes, with long eyelashes covering the natural shadowy hue of his pupils.
The fair face carried an adolescent immaturity, yet it could not conceal the cold ferocity he embodied.
Feng Fuce leisurely flipped through the "Flower Cat Album," looking at the four court wildcats that Bai Zhi’er had drawn herself.
Those small and fragile inferior creatures, in the little one’s eyes, were inexplicably filled with cuteness.
She even gave them names.
The fat flower cat was named Dahua.
The black and white striped agile cat was called Little Knight by her.
The twin white cats were named Baozi and Tang Yuan.
The likeness of each cat was her handiwork, with descriptive explanations of their personalities beside them.
On the last page was a message in the little one’s beautiful and flowing handwriting—
"Brother Fuce, if you want to feed them, remember not to get too close, they will run away if they’re scared!"
Feng Fuce closed the album.
He shut his eyes, listening to the prisoner’s screams, yet his thin lips curled into a sneer.
Who would want to feed those fragile things?
So last time I saw her playing with cats, it was to draw this Flower Cat Album?
The Xiu Luo Envoy saw the prisoner was on the brink of death.
So he stepped forward and respectfully said to Feng Fuce, "Marquis, he’s still not confessing, what should we do?"
Even though the prisoner was close to death, he still glared at Feng Fuce.
With a mouth missing half of a tongue, he angrily roared indistinctly, "Feng Fuce, you deserve to die! Just wait, my accomplices won’t let you and that dog Emperor off!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Accomplices as well?"
He turned his gaze to the Xiu Luo Envoy, "Isn’t this a confession? Continue interrogating how many accomplices he has. If nothing can be extracted, just kill him—it’s just a pile of worthless flesh, no longer worth keeping."
"As you command, Marquis."
At this moment, a confidant hurriedly came in from outside.
He whispered a few words into Feng Fuce’s ear.
The young boy raised his cold eyebrows lightly.
He pondered for a moment, then stood up and took the Flower Cat Album to his study first.
Then, he walked alone along the path of the stone forest, slowly moving forward.
Bai Zhi’er stood in the stone forest for a moment, with a white veil obediently covering her eyes.
She wanted to eat an orange!
So she came to find the eunuch brother to play.
But she didn’t know how long she had to wait here blindfolded until the eunuch brother would come.
Also, how would he even know she was here?
The little one was deep in thought.
Then she heard steady footsteps coming from the front.
"Brother Juzi, is that you?!" Bai Zhi’er sweetly smiled and asked in a childish voice.
The person who came had long eyes shimmering with a deep and cold black light, with a sneer at the corner of their lips.
This little one, how sweet her mouth is, she calls everyone brother no matter who it is.