Prince Kang’s expression changed drastically, and his body involuntarily went limp.
Bai Yaoyu immediately stood up and supported his father from behind.
He stared at Feng Fuce, his face full of suppressed anger.
"Stop spreading false imperial decrees. My father and Uncle are blood brothers, how could he possibly give such an order!"
Bai Yaoyu had an impulsive and easily angered personality.
The Princess Consort Kang quickly came to her son’s side, fearing he might have a direct conflict with Feng Fuce.
"Marquis, is there some misunderstanding in this matter? The Emperor probably didn’t mean it this way; otherwise, how about I go back to the palace with you and ask carefully?"
Feng Fuce raised his cold eyes slightly, pushing his sword out half an inch to reveal the cold gleam.
"This is exactly what the Emperor said. I only follow the Emperor’s orders and do not concern myself with anything else."
Bai Yaoyu thought he was going to make a move, and in his anxiousness, he swung his fist, his agile form attacking Feng Fuce!
Feng Fuce raised his arm to block, stepping back easily with his black boots to avoid the blow.
Though there was an age difference, Feng Fuce was almost as tall as Bai Yaoyu.
Bai Yaoyu’s punches were fierce and aggressive, each aimed at Feng Fuce’s vulnerable spots.
However, Feng Fuce used defense as attack, taking no damage at all.
He even inadvertently used the end of the sword hilt to press against Bai Yaoyu’s abdomen.
Bai Yaoyu grunted in pain.
He wasn’t lacking in skills, having learned martial arts since childhood, with his punches taught by Bai Xilie.
Yet against Feng Fuce, he couldn’t gain any advantage.
Just as Feng Fuce was about to reach out and grip Bai Yaoyu’s neck.
Two chubby little arms suddenly hugged his leg.
Feng Fuce paused his movements.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big, glistening eyes, looking at him pitifully.
"Please don’t hit my brother, I’m begging you."
Feng Fuce squinted his eyes and was about to speak.
But he felt Bai Yaoyu’s fierce punch coming towards his face!
Feng Fuce quickly dodged and swept up the Little Ball, Bai Zhi’er, into his arms, retreating two steps and standing outside the door.
Bai Zhi’er’s little hands and feet dangled, and she blinked her eyes twice.
Only then did she realize she was being held by Feng Fuce using his arm.
Bai Yaoyu’s eyes burned with anger: "Put my sister down!"
At this moment, Bai Zhi’er raised her little head and looked towards the hallway.
Her father Bai Xilie was striding forward, bringing Palace Attendants with him.
The little girl shouted joyfully, "Daddy!"
Bai Xilie’s face was full of displeasure, which only slightly dissipated when he saw his daughter.
Once he approached, Feng Fuce handed Bai Zhi’er over to him.
"Zhi’er, let Daddy see if you were frightened." Bai Xilie tightly hugged his daughter, his large hand brushing away the stray hair on her forehead.
When he saw his daughter’s blushing white chubby face, eyes twinkling with innocent light.
There was still a bit of sauce at the corner of her mouth left from just eating a chicken leg.
Bai Zhi’er shook her head, speaking in her childish voice: "Third Uncle and Third Aunt are very good to me, and Third Brother played with me!"
Bai Xilie’s stern expression softened, with a slight smile in his star-like eyes.
He wiped the marks from his daughter’s lips with his thumb.
At this time, Prince Kang hugged Bai Xilie’s leg, fake crying and howling: "Second Brother! You can’t treat your younger brother , I am your favorite brother!"
"I took Zhi’er because I like her too, how can you decide to kill everyone in my mansion for no reason? Boo-hoo, Second Brother!"
Bai Xilie’s thick brows furrowed, an undercurrent of anger flashing across his handsome and resolute face.
"Stop wailing and stand up."
The Princess Consort Kang quickly pulled her husband to his feet.
Prince Kang sobbed and whimpered for a while, not shedding a single tear.
He occasionally glanced sidelong at Bai Xilie’s expression.