After Feng Fuce escorted Bai Zhi’er back to Ruizhu Palace, he left.
In the evening, he was to report on government affairs in the Imperial Study Room.
When Eunuch Quan Xi led him inside, Feng Fuce heard a suppressed crying sound.
It was the voice of Su Yinling.
"Brother Lie doesn’t know, that Gao Ziwen, he’s such a beast. Before we even married, he beat me black and blue."
"So, I simply told my father, with such a family, it’s better not to marry at all!"
Feng Fuce stood at the door and looked inside.
Su Yinling sat across from Bai Xilie, lowering her fair neck, wiping her tears.
On the table between them, there was also a small plate of pastries.
Presumably brought by Su Yinling as well.
Bai Xilie frowned deeply upon hearing this: "He actually hit you? I remember at first, his character was weak, he didn’t talk much, how did he become ."
"You should have written to me earlier to let me handle this for you, so he wouldn’t have been able to bully you ."
Su Yinling wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, her gentle eyes full of sparkle and grievance.
She sighed: "It’s over, what’s the point of pursuing it further? Tell Brother Lie, does Gao Ziwen still have a life to live?" Content orıginally comes from novel•fire.net
"I don’t want it that way, just forget the past, and let’s not mention it again in the future."
Bai Xilie nodded, and gave a low "Mhm."
At this moment, he turned his eyes and saw Feng Fuce’s clear figure standing at the door.
"Marquis Wan is here."
Su Yinling turned her head to look, immediately stood up: "Brother Lie still has important matters, I won’t disturb you, I’ll take my leave now."
When she passed by Feng Fuce, she also curtsied.
"Stay," Feng Fuce suddenly spoke, eyes fixed straight ahead, calling her to halt.
Su Yinling was taken aback, lifting her reddened eyes, looking at Feng Fuce in confusion.
Bai Xilie puzzled: "Marquis Wan, what’s the matter?"
Only then did Feng Fuce turn his gaze, coldly glancing at Su Yinling.
"Emperor, this place is the Imperial Study Room. If she walks out with tears in her eyes, others who see might misunderstand."
Both Bai Xilie and Su Yinling were taken aback.
Su Yinling hurriedly wiped away her tears, speaking anxiously: "Brother Lie, look at me, crying on an impulse, almost causing trouble for you."
Bai Xilie deepened his voice: "It’s nothing serious."
But Feng Fuce said: "Let this Miss Su stand at the door for a while until the tears fade from her eyes, then it will be better for her to return to her palace."
Su Yinling immediately pressed her lips tightly, her suspicious gaze fixed on Feng Fuce.
As if wondering, when did she offend this young man?
Su Yinling then turned to look at Bai Xilie, seeing that he seemed unwilling to stop this.
Therefore, she voluntarily said: "Thank you for the reminder, Marquis, I’ll go to the doorway to calm myself before leaving."
Saying this, Su Yinling turned to leave.
Bai Xilie had no objection to this; Feng Fuce’s suggestion, he also found somewhat reasonable.
However, during the subsequent report on government affairs, Feng Fuce continually contradicted Bai Xilie’s ideas.
Feng Fuce said: "After the prison fire, a new prison should be built to house the prisoners."
Bai Xilie replied: "Tomorrow, go to the Ministry of Revenue and have them allocate funds to refurbish the Xiuluo Guard."
Feng Fuce let out a cold laugh: "It’s better for the Emperor to directly order it. That group at the Ministry of Revenue, they’re so evasive and obstructive, I’m afraid I’ll take action."
Bai Xilie frowned: "Marquis Wan, today you are repeatedly contradicting, did I provoke you? Or did someone else upset you?"
Feng Fuce was someone Bai Xilie had taken in, with a solitary and indifferent personality, and because he had killed many, Bai Xilie always understood Feng Fuce’s mental unwellness.
But this time, the gunpowder taste in the young man’s tone was too strong.