The Xiu Luo Envoy hurried forward and handed over a folded document with both hands.
"Wei Caijie’s wife and concubines, along with a group of house servants, the Emperor has entrusted the Marquis to decide their fate."
Feng Fuce’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he instinctively glanced at Bai Zhi’er beside him.
The little one was fiddling with the panda’s tiny paw, seemingly oblivious.
The youth’s eyes deepened.
Now that Bai Xilie has a daughter, he rarely issues kill orders himself, knowing Bai Zhi’er would be afraid.
Since he entrusted the decision to Feng Fuce, it indicated Bai Xilie hoped the youth would act in his stead.
Otherwise, if he truly intended to be merciful, he wouldn’t have sent them to a place like the Xiuluo Guard.
The Emperor is the supreme authority, and for a family with rebellious intentions and ill will, he naturally hoped to eradicate them entirely.
Feng Fuce understood his intent, yet, with Bai Zhi’er around, he felt a moment of hesitation.
It’s not reluctance towards the Wei Family members, but the worry, like Bai Xilie, that Bai Zhi’er might fear his murderous intent.
Feng Fuce gently pressed his temples, his thin eyes slightly dazed.
He pondered why he felt such emotions.
Bai Zhi’er herself, holding the panda, jumped off the chair.
With her soft, milky voice, she said, "Brother Fu Ce, I’m going to check on Sister Qingmei. Why hasn’t she come yet!"
After speaking, she trotted towards the depths of the prison.
Feng Fuce watched her petite figure disappear around the corner, his eyes dark and deep.
Did the little rascal see his hesitation?
The Xiu Luo Envoy observed Feng Fuce’s prolonged silence and hesitantly probed, "Marquis?"
Feng Fuce looked at them, suppressing the emotions in his eyes.
"Kill them all," he said coldly.
Meanwhile, Bai Zhi’er, holding Tang Yuan, trotted in the direction of Qingmei.
The little one lowered her head and softly said to the panda in her arms, "Tang Yuan, we must behave and not stay there to disturb Brother Fu Ce’s work."
At that moment, a joyful call came from the side—
Bai Zhi’er stopped her steps and turned to look.
The pockmarked man was holding a broom, a sweatband tied on his head, looking like a cleaning lady.
He hurried over, carrying a half bucket of water.
"Uncle Wuzi, are you doing well?" The little one asked, blinking her big eyes.
The pockmarked man reached her, wiped the sweat off his face, nodded bitterly, and responded insincerely, "Living quite well."
"Before, our dream was to have servants bring food every day as soon as we opened our eyes. Now it’s truly realized; we open our eyes every day and have prison food..."
Hearing this, Bai Zhi’er’s bright eyes immediately filled with laughter.
Her soft voice laughed innocently and lively, "At least we’re not starving!"
The pockmarked man reluctantly nodded along. Chapters fırst released on NoveIＦire.net
He glanced around, ensuring no Xiu Luo Envoy was eavesdropping.
"Princess, if you have a chance, could you help us plead with the Marquis?"
"It’s not bad here, just too much work. We clean the prison every day, some areas stink bad, our leader’s been knocked out by the smell four times!"
Bai Zhi’er fluttered her long lashes, puffing her cheeks, quite troubled.
"Hmm, I’d like to help, but I’ve already spent much effort just pleading with Father to spare your lives!"
The little one cleverly blinked her eyes, "Uncle Wuzi, just bear with it a bit. If you do wrong, surely you must endure some hard times, right?"
The pockmarked man sighed and nodded after hearing Bai Zhi’er speak.
Considering they initially resorted to kidnapping, it’s retribution indeed!