That night, the snow had ceased.
Feng Fuce was handling official business with the Xiuluo Guard until late into the night.
As he prepared to leave from the secluded palace road, he heard the piercing cries of a cat not far away.
Normally, he would never meddle in such matters.
But this time, for some reason, he turned on his heel and walked towards the sound.
Until he saw the end of the dark palace road, illuminated by the flickering palace lanterns.
A Xiu Luo Envoy, like a terrifying and cruel evil ghost, was holding a cat by its body with one hand and twisting its head with the other.
It seemed he intended to break the cat’s neck.
"What are you doing?" Feng Fuce asked sternly.
The Xiu Luo Envoy froze instantly, ceasing his movements.
"Marquis..." The person stammered, a hint of fear rising in his eyes.
Feng Fuce walked slowly forward, his black boots making an unusual sound on the snow.
In the silent, cold night, the young boy’s expression was particularly icy.
As he got closer, he realized the cat in the Xiu Luo Envoy’s hands was one he had seen in the Flower Cat Album, one that Bai Zhi’er had fed.
Feng Fuce glanced down and saw a small bowl of minced meat on the ground.
The Xiu Luo Envoy hurried to explain: "This cat is disobedient. I was kind enough to feed it, but it scratched me! So... I wanted to kill it in frustration."
Feng Fuce’s eyes were like the vast ocean, carrying a chilling depth.
The simple three words carried a thunderous might and oppression.
The Xiu Luo Envoy had no choice but to let go.
The flower cat immediately broke free, shook its head anxiously on the ground, and without looking back, darted away out of sight.
The Xiu Luo Envoy lowered his head: "Disturbing the Marquis is my fault, I will go receive my punishment!"
Saying this, he hastily moved to leave.
"Stop." As the Xiu Luo Envoy was about to pass by, Feng Fuce spoke coldly.
The young boy turned his head slightly, his dark eyes as black as ink, full of sharp insight and cold intensity.
"I’ll give you a chance to speak the truth, otherwise, I don’t mind letting you personally experience the interrogation methods of the Xiuluo Guard."
Feng Fuce carried an imposing air and threw out a word: "Speak!"
The Xiu Luo Envoy panicked and knelt on the ground: "I had no choice, there was a deep grievance!"
When Bai Zhi’er woke up, Bai Xilie had already gone to the morning court.
Qingmei came in to wash the little one.
At this moment, the little one smelled a sweet aroma.
"What’s that, it smells so good!" She curiously blinked her bright eyes, lifting her small head and looking out.
Qingmei chuckled softly: "The Princess’s little nose is quite sharp. The Imperial Kitchen just delivered a hot tray of baked milk cake, specially made by the Emperor’s orders, you’ll see if it’s tasty later."
Bai Zhi’er was so happy her eyes sparkled.
"Papa is the best papa in the world!"
When the little one sat at the table and began to eat heartily.
Someone outside announced: "Your Highness, Prince Kang has arrived."
Bai Zhi’er lifted her little face, still with a bit of milk cake crumbs at the corner of her mouth.
"Third Uncle? Please come in!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a man in peacock green clothing swaggering in with a broad grin.
Upon seeing the little one, Prince Kang Bai Nanjing’s eyes shone like a child trade vendor.
His dream was to have a daughter to dote on endlessly.
But reality was cruel, with five unruly sons that were giving him headaches!
"Zhi’er is so good, so young and already eating by herself!" Prince Kang looked at her chubby little face and wiped some cake crumbs from her mouth.