In that instant, Feng Fuce directly used his slender palm to cover the little one's eyes.R
His forceful gesture ant she was not allowed to look.
For so reason, at that mont, Bai Zhi'er seed to sll a familiar scent of orange.
Si Zheng lay in a pool of blood, and in a flash, red stained the white snow. Qingi staggered to her feet, her hair partially askew, shaken to the core. She glared at Si Zheng: "You heartless fiend, you still wanted to attack the Princess? You deserved to die!"
Si Zheng, struggling to breathe, began to mockingly laugh weakly.
She looked at Qingi, her eyes seemingly satisfied with vengeance.
"I can't take the Princess with , but dragging you to the grave with is worth it... hehe, Qingi, just wait, your good days are numbered."
After saying this, Si Zheng passed away with her eyes open.
Qingi didn't understand this and frowned disdainfully: "Still spouting nonsense on your deathbed!"
The Xiu Luo Envoy stepped forward to inspect and exclaid in surprise: "Marquis, there's sothing wrong with Si Zheng!"
They had all seen the palace servant killed by Feng Fuce.
On Si Zheng's exposed arm, the blister-like red rash was exactly like the one on the previously killed palace servant!
This indicated that Si Zheng was ill!
And, it was very likely she could infect anyone she touched, like Qingi.
Bai Zhi'er quickly wanted to approach her: "Sister Qingi."
Feng Fuce held her tightly, the little one resisted: "Let go, I won't get sick!"
She wouldn't cooperate, so Feng Fuce had to throw her over his shoulder. Letting her little legs kick wildly.
The young child shouted fiercely: "Put down! Brother Ce, you're bad!"
Feng Fuce said coldly: "I'm doing this for your own good."
Qingi realized the seriousness of the situation too, standing still, not daring to get close to anyone.
"Your Highness, don't worry, I'm fine!"
Feng Fuce, as the mainstay, directly gave out orders.
"Take Qingi back to the Xiuluo Guard, get the Imperial Physician to have a look. I'll escort the Princess back to Ruizhu Palace. I'll report this matter to the Emperor later myself."
Saying that, he turned with Bai Zhi'er and took a detour along another palace road back to Ruizhu Palace.
Qingi also left with the Xiu Luo Envoy.
If Si Zheng really had so infectious disease, Qingi having direct contact with her would be disastrous.
Bai Zhi'er was very anxious.
She was capable of curing it! Let her go!
However, Feng Fuce only put her down upon reaching Ruizhu Palace.
The little one seized the opportunity, her feet touching the ground, imdiately wanting to run towards the door.
Feng Fuce grabbed her tiny waist again and pulled her back.
The little one in the boy's care was like a kitten that could be picked up anyti.
She was really too restless, so Feng Fuce had to hold her by the wrist.
Bai Zhi'er puffed up her cheeks, her round face filled with anger.
"I want to see Sister Qingi!"
"No," Feng Fuce refused straightforwardly: "We'll talk after the Imperial Physician's results are in."
Bai Zhi'er shook off his hand, turned towards the main hall, her chubby face puffed up like a hill.
"You're lying! If Sister Qingi gets sick, you won't let see her!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, finding it sowhat amusing.
This little one was smart and clever.
Feng Fuce crossed his arms, deciding to keep watch over her: "For your safety, of course not."
Bai Zhi'er knew there was no reasoning with him; her small arms and legs weren't a match for him.
Using mana on him would be an unfair victory, bullying an ordinary person.
The little one puffed up her cheeks out of frustration, then deflated them, and
puffed them up again.
She did it repeatedly, as if trying to calm herself down.
Feng Fuce watched from behind, his slender eyes couldn't help but let out a smirk.
Suddenly, Bai Zhi'er turned around, looking at him eagerly, pitifully blinking.
"Brother Ce, just let go see, I promise not to get close. With you around, I won't even get to touch Sister Qingi before you pull back."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow.
The little one was using a different thod to act cute?
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