Standing at the door.
Bai Xilie instructed, "The Princess is still young, her character is charming and lively, you must comply with her in every matter, and do not let her feel wronged."
Feng Fuce looked into the distance and responded with a faint "Mm."
His personality has always been unpredictable.
Even though Bai Xilie had taken him in and raised him for so long, sometimes he felt he simply couldn’t understand this young boy.
He seems to lack the concept of hierarchy.
Yet, for the people whom Bai Xilie wants dead, Feng Fuce has never hesitated; things are always done decisively and beautifully.
Despite being so young, he often appears somber and cold.
Bai Xilie, having just ascended the throne a few years ago, needed a sharp blade like Feng Fuce who is fearless.
Thus, Bai Xilie wasn’t bothered by Feng Fuce’s occasional overstepping.
Bai Xilie thought for a moment and asked, "Fuce, in your view, what should be done if many people in the Clothes Cleaning Bureau become infected with smallpox?"
The young boy, always mild and languid, turned his dark eyes to Bai Xilie.
"Imprison all the servants and burn everything down." His tone carried no emotion.
The answer Feng Fuce gave was also what Bai Xilie had in mind.
Since it cannot be controlled, better to destroy everything before it spreads further.
However, Bai Xilie wanted more than just an answer.
Feng Fuce, already accustomed to killing and burying bodies, said lightly, "I can handle this matter for the Emperor."
Bai Xilie nodded, reaching out to pat his shoulder, "Not a single one should be missed. I want to ensure there is absolutely no smallpox in the harem."
Feng Fuce watched as the Emperor left with his people.
The young boy narrowed his long eyes, gazing at the snow-covered, magnificent courtyard.
The Clothes Cleaning Bureau has over two hundred servants; how much mana can be regained after killing them all?
Slaughter is a way for him to gain power.
That battle back then caused him to fall from the Demon World to the mortal world, seriously injured.
In recent years, by killing so many people for Bai Xilie, he has recovered quickly.
While Feng Fuce was lost in thought.
Suddenly, a dark shadow was thrown out from inside the window.
It almost hit the back of Feng Fuce’s head!
However, the boy just slightly tilted his head to dodge, then calmly reached out and caught the "shadow."
It was a cloth tiger painted with rouge blush.
Feng Fuce turned his gaze.
Bai Zhi’er was lying on the window sill, her fair little face still puffed with anger.
"My cloth tiger fell out, please help me pick it up!"
Feng Fuce laughed, "Are you sure you didn’t do it on purpose to hit me?"
The little one seemed adorable, her eyes lively, exuding a mischievous playfulness.
"But I didn’t hit you, the cloth tiger just wanted to fly out, isn’t that okay?"
Feng Fuce, holding the cloth tiger, turned around and stepped inside, placing it on the table.
The little one watched him as he settled into the reclining chair near the door.
Then, the young boy lay down as if no one else was there, closed his eyes, and pretended to rest.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her round eyes suspiciously.
She walked over with small steps, "Big bad guy, why aren’t you watching me anymore."
Feng Fuce, without opening his eyes, answered, "I just need to ensure that you stay obediently in the hall."
At the end, he paused, then with a snicker, added, "Little rascal."
Bai Zhi’er clenched her little fists.
Feng Fuce, this bad brother!
He actually called her a little rascal! Who’s really bullying whom!
She only hit him once with a cloth tiger, and he restricted her freedom!
A sly look flashed in Bai Zhi’er’s dark eyes.
She looked at Feng Fuce’s pale, handsome face with closed eyes.
Her little wrist flipped.
Suddenly, pink-white magic light bloomed like a flower in her palm.
With a wave of her small hand, the pale pink flower was directly sent into Feng Fuce’s forehead.
He fell into a deep sleep.