Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow and did not deny it.
Chu Ping still had lingering fear: "Fortunately, when the forensic doctor was conducting the autopsy, he wore gloves. Otherwise, wouldn’t these bugs have crawled into their bodies?"
"Marquis, Lixiang’s origins are strange. That Second Aunt, to protect her, didn’t hesitate to offend the little princess. It seems there are secrets behind this. Should we investigate thoroughly?"
Feng Fuce’s voice was cold: "Investigate?"
As he spoke, he turned the bottle over in his palm.
Chu Ping was shocked: "Marquis, don’t! These insects will burrow into the skin, perigo..."
Before he finished speaking.
He saw that as soon as the insect fell into Feng Fuce’s palm, it was crushed to death by his bare hand.
The young man’s action was as simple as squashing an ant.
From beginning to end, his expression remained indifferent and detached.
Chu Ping was astonished: "This..."
Feng Fuce reached out, and the Xiu Luo Envoy beside him immediately handed over a clean handkerchief.
He leisurely wiped his fingertips, and said calmly, "No need to bother investigating, I already know who’s behind this."
Chu Ping was taken aback: "Marquis, your foresight is admirable! As long as the Marquis gives the order, I will immediately lead men to capture the mastermind!"
Feng Fuce stood up, glanced sideways at him: "No need to actively search, they will come to us. Just keep an eye on the maid’s corpse."
Chu Ping paused: "Then, should we report this discovery to the Emperor?"
Feng Fuce casually tossed the handkerchief, striding away, leaving a single remark: "No need to report."
The more chaotic the situation, the more he enjoyed it.
Last time, Bai Xilie gave him the chance to burn and bury hundreds at the Clothes Cleaning Bureau.
Chaos and slaughter were his sources of power.
This time, he wouldn’t be lenient.
The weather was clear this day, and the eaves of the palace were decorated with icicles that were crystal clear.
When sunlight shone, it refracted into a myriad of dazzling colors.
In the courtyard of Ruizhu Palace, lively little voices full of joyful laughter echoed continuously.
"Daddy, push me a bit higher!"
"Alright, Zhi Bao, hold on tight!"
The small figure of Bai Zhi’er sat on the swing, being pushed again and again by Bai Xilie.
The pink dress fluttered in the air with a beautiful arc.
The little one held the ropes tightly, her tender, fair little face full of happy smiles.
Bai Zhi’er played for a while and grew tired.
Bai Xilie carried his daughter back to Ruizhu Palace, instructing the palace Servant to change her sweat-drenched undergarments.
Bai Zhi’er sat between the bed and couch, wrapped in a little blanket and stood up.
"Daddy!" The little one sweetly called as she threw herself into her father’s arms: "Zhi’er is so happy every day with Daddy!"
Bai Xilie laughed heartily, his handsome features full of affection for his daughter.
"Then tell me, Zhi Bao, do you like Mommy or Daddy the most?"
Bai Zhi’er’s lively expression paused.
It’s so hard to choose.
With Mommy, there are only Immortal Wind Jade Dew treats, but lots of Fairy Sisters to lift me high.
But with Daddy, there are endless delicious foods every day!
Bai Zhi’er’s little feet swung back and forth, her bright eyes blinking, her face pink and adorable.
"Daddy, Zhi Bao can’t answer you right now. When the three of us are together, I’ll compare well and then tell Daddy!"
Bai Xilie didn’t expect his daughter to say this.
As if she had instantly touched the softest spot in his heart.
He first smiled continuously, then his gaze was filled with emotion.
Bai Xilie extended a large hand, stroking his daughter’s soft dark hair.
"Daddy also hopes Zhi’er’s wish comes true soon."