Feng Fuce hesitated for a moment.
Zhi’er had already expertly reached her small hand towards him and, with a smack, leapt from her father’s embrace into his arms. Follow current novᴇls on novel·fiɾe·net
Feng Fuce had no choice but to support her small body, holding her as he walked towards the back of the Peach Forest.
Bai Xilie finally raised his cold and unfeeling eyes.
"These two individuals are to be punished with the utmost severity and displayed publicly in the street."
They caused harm to others, impersonated the Princess, even fabricated lies to curse the Empress.
Bai Xilie could not tolerate any of it.
They must be swiftly executed!
Then, his icy gaze swept over the assembled ministers.
"Since my daughter’s return to the capital, I have, in many matters, chosen to be lenient, to accumulate blessings for the child."
"But this is all for Zhi’er’s sake. If you dare to bully her with your delusions, then my benevolence will cease to exist."
The ministers were so frightened they fell silent and listened to the reprimand.
Mo Yanchi, the Six Kingdoms Master, after witnessing the entire course of events.
He stepped forward and bowed, "The Emperor discerned the truth and investigated the matter without shielding any evil person, truly a model of a wise ruler."
"Governing the country must employ strong measures to stabilize the people’s hearts; the Emperor’s actions today are naturally justified."
Upon finishing, Mo Yanchi slightly bowed.
In the eyes of the crowd, the fact that the Six Kingdoms Master approved of Bai Xilie’s actions.
Showed that the Emperor’s decision was correct, not cruel or heartless.
Those who challenge the Imperial Family’s dignity should be dealt with severely!
The crowd shouted, "Long live the wise Emperor!"
At this moment, behind the Peach Forest.
Feng Fuce carried Zhi’er, strolling through the forest.
"Do you want to walk on the ground by yourself?" He absentmindedly asked.
Zhi’er wrapped her small hands around his neck, shaking her head.
The little one blinked her big eyes and curiously asked, "Brother Fuce, will daddy lock up the people who bullied me?"
Feng Fuce did not hesitate: "Yes."
Zhi’er spoke softly, "And no one will snatch daddy away from me again, right?"
Feng Fuce nodded, "Yes."
He glanced sideways at the small, round face so close to him, white and tender, utterly adorable.
Like a pink little cotton cloud.
Feng Fuce spoke softly to Zhi’er, "After today, there should be no one else wanting to impersonate a Princess and replace you."
"No one will bully you again, and if they do, we won’t let them get away with it."
Zhi’er’s bright eyes gazed at him, "We? Does that include Brother Fuce?"
Feng Fuce paused, seeming a bit embarrassed.
He looked elsewhere, feigning calmness, "Hmm."
Zhi’er immediately rested her small head on his shoulder.
Appearing entirely reliant.
This made the young boy’s steps slightly falter.
Zhi’er’s voice was adorably soft, "Brother Fuce, that sea soup porridge must be cold, and can’t be drunk anymore."
The little one sighed, quite regrettably.
"It was so delicious, I specially took it from daddy, prepared to let you taste it."
Feng Fuce, hearing this, discreetly allowed a faint smile to form on his lips, quickly hiding it again.
"Then next time, let’s try it if we have a chance."
Zhi’er lifted her head, blinking her big eyes, said confidently, "This time I took care of you, next time you should treat me!"
"Last time you took me to eat whatever that moon thing was, it was so good, I want to go again!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow subtly, "Oh, so you were waiting for me here?"
He chuckled, "Greedy little rascal."
Zhi’er put her hands on her hips, "You’re the big rascal!"