Bai Xilie finally managed a smile.
He looked at Lai Si and the others nearby, his expression slowly turning icy: "Are they the kidnappers?"
Feng Fuce nodded: "Yes."
Bai Xilie waved his hand: "Kill them right here, no need to take them back. Remember to hang their bodies on the city walls, to show my wrath."
Upon hearing this, Lai Si and the others felt their knees go weak, trembling all over.
"Emperor! Have mercy, Emperor!"
Feng Fuce didn’t move, he merely glanced sideways at Bai Zhi’er.
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The little one quickly tugged at Bai Xilie’s sleeve.
"Father! Uncle Lai Si and the others, even though they did wrong, they didn’t hurt me, they even took care of me."
"Could father show some leniency as they know their mistakes and have changed?"
Bai Xilie gazed steadily, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness.
Kidnapping his daughter, he had already restrained himself from tearing them apart.
Wanting him to spare them, Bai Xilie found it extremely difficult.
Feng Fuce timely commented: "These kidnappers, after learning the truth, helped us capture the real mastermind."
Bai Zhi’er nodded her little head repeatedly.
"That’s right! Punish the real villain, Father! Uncle Lai Si and the others were deceived!"
Feng Fuce turned his head, called out: "Lei Hu."
Xiu Luo Envoy Lei Hu immediately stepped forward and explained the whole story to Bai Xilie.
Upon hearing this, Bai Xilie burned with rage, his eyes surging with immense anger.
"Wang Xuanwen dares court death!" he gritted his teeth.
Bai Xilie raised his hand, about to execute Wang Xuanwen on the spot.
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes: "Take him back to the palace. When he wakes, have him confess to the crime. I will settle scores with his father for both old and new grievances!"
Saying this, Bai Xilie carried Bai Zhi’er, turning to leave under the protection of the Imperial Guard.
"Father, wait!" the little one called out: "I want to give Brother Ce a fruit."
Upon hearing this, Feng Fuce stepped forward, Bai Zhi’er’s small hand holding a fruit placed in his palm.
"Brother Ce, you’ve worked hard! This is for you to eat," the little one blinked adorably.
Then, Bai Xilie carried his daughter away.
After they left, Feng Fuce opened his palm, looking at the red fruit in it.
On the round peel, a smiling face had been carved out by the little one.
Two curved lines were eyes crinkled in a smile.
A curved arc below should be the lips.
The small alteration made the whole red fruit look much cuter.
He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, this time no longer suppressing the joy in his eyes.
Lei Hu and the other Xiu Luo Envoys, seeing this, exchanged surprised glances with each other.
Lai Si cautiously asked: "Marquis, then... then can we leave?"
Feng Fuce instantly removed the smile from his face.
He turned his head, looking at him coldly: "Return to the Xiuluo Guard and wait for further instructions."
With that, the young man took the first step and left.
Bai Zhi’er fell asleep in her father’s arms before they returned to the palace.
Thus, the little one naturally didn’t know that the Xiuluo Guard had been attacked by an assassin and had caught fire!
By the time Bai Zhi’er awoke again, it was already that afternoon.
Qingmei was at the door speaking with a little palace Servant—
"Her Highness is still resting, please look after her for a while, I am going to check on the Xiuluo Guard."
The little palace Servant covered her mouth and laughed: "Sister Qingmei, aren’t you worried about the Chu Doushi being hurt?"
Qingmei feigned anger: "You girl, teasing me now! They are all friends of the Princess. I heard someone got injured, so there’s no harm in going to take a look."
"Sister Qingmei~" Bai Zhi’er heard this, rubbing her big eyes as she sat up: "Brother Chu Ping, what’s wrong with him?"