As he finished speaking, Bai Zhi’er’s small foot moved slightly.
The boy almost instinctively took a step back!
A hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
Because, he hadn’t forgotten that last time it was this little guy, who looked like he hadn’t even been weaned, who poured an entire bottle of medicinal powder on his foot!
The ruthless and decisive manner left the boy with lingering psychological trauma even now.
However, Bai Zhi’er merely changed his stance and didn’t intend to approach.
Instead, Feng Fuce looked at the boy and let out a mocking sneer.
"I saved you, yet you repeatedly call me a villain. Since that’s the case, why should I release you? Of course, I need to investigate thoroughly to find out what displeased you so much that you dare to speak so insolently multiple times."
The boy was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fist and said hurriedly, "Everyone says that about you, are those things you did false?!"
"Didn’t you tear families apart? Didn’t you kill people, leaving them without a home?"
Feng Fuce’s brows and eyes were dark and indifferent, revealing no hint of guilt from his words.
He was open and fearless, with a deep gaze: "I acted on orders, all those I killed were rebels trying to overthrow Great Chu, and those I forced to death were the ones who struck first."
"Where does your naïve sympathy come from?"
"Had I not acted that day, you would have long been dead under the bandits’ knives."
At this moment, Bai Zhi’er also folded her arms, earnestly nodding her small head.
"That’s right, that’s right!" Her black eyes sparkled: "You shouldn’t scold Brother Ce because he saved you and didn’t harm you."
"If you’re just parroting others, I think it’s a bit like biting the hand that feeds you!"
The boy was left speechless by their words!
His face just turned red, wanting to retaliate, yet deep down he faintly felt that they might have a point.
This thought had barely appeared before the boy shook his head to dismiss it.
Since he was young, his nanny had told him that the Marquis Wan was most heartless and cold.
The people he killed could be piled up to form a small hill!
As he looked at the boy’s eyes, gradually rekindling with anger.
Feng Fuce found it all quite uninteresting.
His voice was icy, with no lack of heavy oppression. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire.net
"Will you go to the back room by yourself, or shall I have someone ’escort’ you?"
The boy knew he was now weak and powerless, not to clash head-on with Feng Fuce.
He turned around and walked to the back room by himself.
But his ankle still hadn’t completely healed, and he walked with a bit of a limp.
He hadn’t even taken two steps before he stumbled directly over the iron chains used for punishment on the ground!
With a "thud," he fell face first.
Bai Zhi’er quickly covered her eyes with her small hands.
Then, unable to contain her curiosity, she spread her fingers slightly to peek through.
This stubborn boy, wouldn’t he chip a tooth from the fall?
The boy was also quite determined, even as the fall hurt very much, he gritted his teeth in silence.
He wanted to use the wall for support to stand up, but there was no focal point nearby.
Making his struggle to get up look particularly pitiful.
Bai Zhi’er clenched her tiny fist: "Come on! Hold on! Just a bit more and you can stand up!"
She seemed to feel too far away to enjoy the scene enough.
She even took the initiative to walk over with her small steps.
Feng Fuce followed behind her.
The two of them watched as the boy struggled on the ground, trying to stand up.
Bai Zhi’er’s little face was seriously composed: "Hmm, Brother Ce, when do you think he’ll be able to stand up by himself?"
Feng Fuce, lowering his indifferent brows, seriously replied: "Judging by his clumsy movements, half a stick of incense."
The boy cursed them viciously in his heart.
These two, are they treating him like a monkey for their amusement?!