Feng Fuce walked up to her, cold eyes gathering like icy clouds.
He held Bai Yanyan’s kite in his hand.
"From now on, stay away from Zhi’er." Feng Fuce’s long fingers pulled out the wooden stick used to secure the kite!
In the next second, the sharp end of the stick pressed against Bai Yanyan’s neck.
Frightened, she gasped heavily, unable to speak, showing only eyes filled with terror.
Feng Fuce looked at her as if he were looking at a dying person!
"The Emperor has spared you, giving you a lifeline, but it doesn’t mean that no one will handle your malice."
Feng Fuce let out a mocking laugh: "The person who sent you should have told you that the Emperor does not kill recklessly, but I will."
"If I find out again that you attempt to harm Zhi’er, I will flay you, and use your skin to make a kite."
His tone was indifferent, yet his deep and calm voice was pleasing, filled with a youthful charm.
But upon hearing this, Bai Yanyan was so frightened that tears streamed down her face!
Zhi’er played around and, when she turned around, found that Feng Fuce was gone!
She took small steps, looking everywhere.
Finally, at the corner, she saw the edge of Feng Fuce’s robe and joyfully called out, "Brother Ce!"
Yet when she turned around, she saw Feng Fuce standing in front of Bai Yanyan, while Bai Yanyan, for some reason, was collapsed on the floor, her face pale.
On the ground was also a broken kite.
The expression on the little one’s face was suddenly stunned, her big, bright eyes filled with bewilderment.
She looked at Feng Fuce: "What are you doing?"
Feng Fuce casually tossed the wooden stick in his hand and said blandly, "Her kite was broken, I picked it up to take a look."
"Is the kite flying over?" He led Zhi’er, turning to walk towards the teacher.
Zhi’er’s clear eyes looked over Bai Yanyan with confusion, before taking small steps, following Feng Fuce away with a patter. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs n0velfire.net
"It’s over, but we need to go back to the academy first." The little one answered softly.
Next to her, Feng Fuce appeared gentle, the previous coldness gradually fading away.
He nodded slightly, "Then I’ll wait for you."
However, Zhi’er hung her little head, not responding, seeming a bit unhappy.
The Xiu Luo Envoy followed Feng Fuce away, while Bai Yanyan supported herself against the wall, stumbling to her feet.
She was so frightened that her legs went weak!
She couldn’t wait any longer; she must reunite with Bai Xilie soon, so the Emperor would believe that she is the Princess!
Otherwise, the moment she targets Zhi’er again, Feng Fuce would surely take her life!
The killing intent in his eyes earlier was real!
When the students returned to the classroom, Bai Yanyan was unusually silent.
Even Zhi’er seemed to have the worries of a little one, sitting quietly there, pouting, saying nothing.
The teacher walked up to the lectern again, his face warm as he said, "The lesson just now has ended. The Master will choose a few from you based on your performance to become his prized disciples."
Being a prized disciple means that the Master will personally teach and guide you in private.
Besides what is learned in class, you can inquire the Master in private about numerous issues.
Moreover, the Master will use his connections and relations with the academy to help these closed-door disciples overcome difficulties.
The students let out amazed comments.
"We just flew kites, how will they choose the best?"
"Exactly, will they choose whoever flew their kite the highest?"
The one who flew the highest earlier was Bai Yanyan.
The students couldn’t help but look at her.
And Bai Yanyan’s mood, from the earlier fear and panic, gradually calmed down.
Learning that she had an opportunity to be accepted as a closed-door disciple by the Master, she immediately straightened her posture.
She was weak and unsupported in the Capital, but if she could cling to this great tree that was the Mingyang Academy’s Master, it would be extraordinary!