Within the Xiuluo Guard.
The two assassins suspected of attempting to assassinate the Emperor are being whipped and punished.
Feng Fuce sat on a nearby chair, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.
His articulated hands supported his brow bone, wearing an expression of indifferent displeasure.
Chu Ping passed by several times.
Finally, he walked over to Feng Fuce’s side: "Marquis, you seem to be in a bad mood lately. How about after today’s duties, I take you to Zhe Li Garden to listen to some music?"
Feng Fuce raised his cold eyes: "Zhe Li Garden?"
Chu Ping thought he was interested.
He said enthusiastically: "Yes, do you remember, Marquis, when Prince Kang almost lost his life?"
"I heard that he went to Zhe Li Garden and was haunted by the fierce ghost that had been burned to death before!"
"A few days ago, the Emperor ordered a cleanup and even sent a Taoist to capture the fierce ghost. In the end, no one knows if it was caught."
"Anyway, Zhe Li Garden couldn’t withstand the commotion, changed owners, and has since filled in all the wells."
"But even after reopening, not many people dare to go, fearing the same fate as Prince Kang."
Talking about this, Chu Ping felt somewhat proud and excited.
"Everyone says our Marquis can suppress all evil spirits and demons. With all this Evil Qi, even the greatest fierce ghost can be subdued!"
"Ah, come to think of it, any house with a haunting should just invite our Marquis to sit there, and no little ghost would dare act up!"
Chu Ping became more and more excited, even feeling that he had found a great opportunity.
He remarked, "By then, no one would fear us; they’d certainly worship us like great exorcists!"
Suddenly, Chu Ping felt a chill up his spine.
He looked to the side.
Feng Fuce’s cold, dark eyes were fixed on him, while his slender hands were wiping a slender blade.
The blade’s cold white surface reflected the merciless eyes of the young man.
After he finished cleaning, Feng Fuce flicked his wrist, and with a "snap," the long blade was slapped onto the table. Original content can be found at NoveI[F]ire.net
With a clear "clang," the blade trembled.
Chu Ping silently closed his mouth.
He picked up a cloth from the table: "Marquis, please calm down, I’ll leave right away."
Feng Fuce withdrew his gaze and played with the White Jade Ring on his finger: "Wait."
Chu Ping’s steps froze.
He turned his head and asked with a forced smile: "Does the Marquis have any other instructions?"
Feng Fuce raised his eyes, his gaze dark as ink: "Lately... has Bai Zhi’er come by?"
He had been busy and often away from the Xiuluo Guard.
Maybe that little rascal came by when he wasn’t around.
Chu Ping scratched his head, puzzled: "I don’t know, I’ve been with the Marquis on tasks outside all along."
After speaking, Chu Ping looked at Feng Fuce, a sudden realization flashed in his eyes.
He suppressed the laugh that was about to escape.
"Marquis, wait, I’ll go ask Lei Hu, he’s been on duty here recently!"
Chu Ping turned and ran off with long strides.
Feng Fuce leaned back in the chair, slightly frowning.
It had been a long while since the last time, and Bai Zhi’er hadn’t thought to come ask about Brother Juzi?
That little rascal, could he really have forgotten.
A moment later, Chu Ping returned, out of breath.
Feng Fuce was sipping tea and asked: "Well? Did he come by?"
Chu Ping shook his head: "No."
Feng Fuce set his teacup down, his gaze turning cold and deep.
Chu Ping immediately said: "But, the Princess didn’t go to the academy today, she’s playing in the palace. The Marquis can go take a look."