Zhi’er’s big eyes were filled with innocence.
Feng Fuce paused for a moment, then reminded, "Did you forget that I promised to help you find your so-called Brother Juzi?"
"The day before yesterday, I said I would bring him to see you today."
Zhi’er immediately straightened up: "Oh right! Where is he?"
Feng Fuce looked at her quietly.
In those deep and serene eyes, there seemed to be ripples in a calm sea, with specks of light inviting explorers to dive in.
Yet Zhi’er, blinking her big eyes, waited quietly for him to speak.
After a while, the little one couldn’t help but ask, "Where is he? Brother Fu Ce, you should bring him in!"
Having said that, Zhi’er narrowed her watery eyes and smiled mischievously: "Oh~ I get it, Brother Fu Ce hid him and wants me to find him myself."
The little one quickly jumped down from the chair.
"Brother Juzi?" She bent over to check if someone was hiding under the bench.
Then she trotted over to the window, poked her little head out to look around: "Brother Juzi?"
Hmm? Brother Juzi wasn’t outside either.
Zhi’er then walked to the door of the elegant room, opened it, and looked around.
Yet she couldn’t find anyone.
The sweet smile on her face slowly turned into confusion.
She scratched her little nose, helplessly looked at Feng Fuce, and softly asked, "Brother Fu Ce, where is he?"
Feng Fuce’s lips almost pressed into a line.
Did she really not understand?
He wanted to explain to Zhi’er that he was the person.
But for some reason, as the words reached his lips,
he felt a touch of embarrassment.
This unfamiliar emotion made his words inarticulate.
The door to the elegant room was abruptly pushed open.
"Zhi’er!" Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu burst in.
Zhi’er blinked her shiny black eyes and sweetly called out, "Third Brother, why are you here?"
Bai Yaoyu walked up to her, looked her up and down, and only after confirming that the little one was fine, did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"On my way back from the Martial Arts Training Ground, I heard that Wei Zian was summoned to the Ministry of Justice for a thorough investigation into last year’s public murder case."
"The people are praising this matter, saying that with the Princess and Marquis Wan overseeing and Prime Minister Wen launching a detailed investigation, and the Minister of the Ministry of Justice holding a strict adjudication!"
At this point, Bai Yaoyu’s eyebrows tightly furrowed: "Moreover, I heard that Wei Zian’s father, on the spot, he..."
Before Bai Yaoyu could finish, Feng Fuce interrupted coldly: "Speak cautiously."
Saying such cruel words in front of Zhi’er?
Bai Yaoyu turned his head, only then noticing, on Marquis Wan’s cold handsome face, those deep black eyes steeped in rich displeasure.
He instinctively paused, then changed his words and said: "Wei Zian, is already dead?"
Zhi’er nodded: "Yes, since he killed someone, it’s only right for him to meet his end!"
Bai Yaoyu followed with: "People are saying that you punished the wicked and vented everyone’s anger."
Zhi’er sweetly smiled, her voice soft and sticky: "It’s all thanks to Uncle Prime Minister and Brother Fu Ce!"
Bai Yaoyu glanced at the stern Feng Fuce.
He picked up the little one.
"Zhi’er, I heard you ran around a lot for this case, really worked hard."
"Today, come back to the Imperial Mansion with Third Brother, your Fourth Brother has arranged a pond in the Imperial Mansion, keeping the little fish and shrimps that you like, want to go see?"
Upon hearing this, Zhi’er’s eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded obediently: "I do!"
Bai Yaoyu then turned to Feng Fuce. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ n0velfire.net
Although he had always disliked the notorious Marquis Wan,
but this time, the matter with Wei Zian somewhat improved Bai Yaoyu’s impression of him.