Chu Ping moved step by step next to Feng Fuce.
He observed the Marquis’ expression.
Suddenly, he clicked his tongue with emotion, "Marquis, it seems you quite enjoy the feeling of doing good deeds, don’t you?"
The smile in Feng Fuce’s eyes suddenly disappeared.
He turned his head, looking coldly at Chu Ping.
"Too noisy." Feng Fuce only scolded with two words. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveIＦire.net
Upon hearing this, Chu Ping knew he wasn’t really angry.
"Marquis, not to mention you, I was very happy to see the Princess cry tears of joy,"
Chu Ping said emotionally, "In the past, during house raids, all I heard were sounds of fear and terror."
"But this time, for the first time, someone held my hand and called me a great benefactor!"
"This feeling, wonderful, truly wonderful! Marquis, when will we do such good deeds again?"
Feng Fuce withdrew his gaze and looked at Bai Zhi’er again.
The little girl was surrounded by those she rescued, her face flushed, and her smile sweet and adorable.
She turned back into that happy, cheerful Little Ball.
Feng Fuce didn’t like meddling in others’ affairs, but at this moment, he admitted he was satisfied seeing Bai Zhi’er happy because of his actions.
"Let’s talk about it later," Feng Fuce said mildly, "Let’s see when Bai Zhi’er muddles things up again next time."
Chu Ping raised his eyebrows, looked at the Marquis, then at the Princess.
He chuckled, "Is the Marquis planning just to cover for the Princess?"
If the Princess makes a mistake, the Marquis will make amends.
Feng Fuce’s thin lips slightly pressed, this time, without a reply.
He just wanted to tell Bai Zhi’er.
No matter the time, she shouldn’t consider so much.
As long as she asks him.
He can accomplish anything, and there will be absolutely no mistakes.
But he held back the words.
He couldn’t understand why he wanted to say these things to Bai Zhi’er?
Clearly, he just found her interesting.
Feng Fuce also looked up at the rainy sky.
He finally smiled, and faintly said, "I suppose so."
Unfortunately, Chu Ping didn’t hear.
He saw Qingmei and, with long steps, ran over to chat.
With Feng Fuce’s help, all the witnesses were alive and brought to the public court of the Ministry of Justice.
Originally, civil cases were to be tried at the government office.
However, if officials were involved, it had to be transferred to the Ministry of Justice for resolution.
The moment Feng Fuce accompanied Bai Zhi’er into the Ministry of Justice, the Minister inexplicably felt an Evil God was protecting the Princess.
As early as this morning, Feng Fuce had sent the Xiu Luo Envoy to pass a message to the Minister.
He wanted to accompany the Princess to investigate the murder case of the Wei family’s second son committing murder in the street.
The Wei family was not easy to deal with, but the Marquis Wan and Princess Cui Cuo were not to be trifled with!
The Minister of Justice had already prepared early.
In the courtroom, Bai Zhi’er was seated in the upper seat, alongside Feng Fuce and Prime Minister Wen, sitting on the right side.
And this was the first time that the Ministry of Justice allowed other citizens to listen outside the door.
Once everyone was gathered, the Minister of Justice turned his head to Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce, asking flatteringly, "Princess, Marquis, I’m ready to start."
Feng Fuce leaned on the chair, lazily brushing his thumb over the White Jade Ring.
Behind him stood two rows of Xiu Luo Envoys, making his aura even more fierce and intimidating.
Upon hearing the Minister’s words, Feng Fuce coldly smiled.
"Trial? Is the Minister of Justice confused, missing people, how to trial?"
The Minister of Justice was stunned, looking at the courtroom, he asked puzzled, "Please, Marquis, clarify."
Feng Fuce’s long eyes shot a cold gaze at the Minister of Justice.
"Wei Zian killed someone, he’s the criminal, why not bring him here?"
After speaking, Feng Fuce raised his cold, white chin, "Go to the Wei Residence, bring him back for me, no need for courtesy."
"Yes." A team of Xiu Luo Envoys responded, hands on the hilts of their swords, walked out with heavy strides.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes.
The words she wanted to say, Brother Ce had already spoken, so what should she do?
At this moment, Feng Fuce turned his head to look at her, the sharpness in his eyes long gone.
He reached out a hand, and Chu Ping promptly handed over a pack of pastries.
"Brought these for you, enjoy them while waiting." Feng Fuce placed the pastries in front of the little girl.