Feng Fuce brushed off the dust from his clothes.
He said nonchalantly, "There’s nothing urgent right now. Even if I need to report Zhao Tao’s plan to the Emperor, it can wait until the morning court."
"In that case, why don’t I accompany you to find Prince Kang now."
After all, this is a brothel.
If he let the little rascal roam freely here, who knows what she might encounter.
Thinking of this, Feng Fuce felt a sudden anger towards Prince Kang.
If it weren’t for his frivolity in coming to this place and worrying the little rascal, would she have co looking?
Zhi’er nodded and smiled sweetly, "Okay!"
She reached out her small hand, and Feng Fuce took it naturally.
Just as they exited the door, they encountered Lei Hu leading a group of Asura guards.
"Forgive , Marquis, your subordinate is late!" Lei Hu cupped his hands, filled with remorse.
Feng Fuce’s gaze was cold and steady, "No matter, just a few riffraff. You call two people to handle this place."
"The rest, search door to door until you find Prince Kang."
"Yes!" Lei Hu responded heavily.
Thereafter, Feng Fuce held Zhi’er’s hand and led her to the center of the hall.
"We’ll wait here." He placed Zhi’er on a chair.
The Asura guards silently brought over several plates of pastries and a pot of tea, placing them on the table.
Feng Fuce picked up two plates, one in each hand, and bent down to present them to Zhi’er.
"Choose which one you want to eat."
Zhi’er’s eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of the pastries.
"Wow, so many! Let pick."
She first tasted the pastry from Feng Fuce’s left hand, then tried the red cake on the right.
The little one ate with her cheeks puffed out and pointed to another plate on the table, "Brother Ce, I want that one too!"
Feng Fuce brought the plate to her.
When the brothel madam arrived, this was the scene she witnessed.
The notorious Marquis Wan, kneeling on one knee, serving an adorable four-year-old girl.
The madam was stunned.
She slowly approached, her face plastered with an ingratiating smile.
"Honorable Marquis..."
Feng Fuce ignored her and only asked Zhi’er, "You’ve had so much, thirsty?"
Zhi’er nodded, "Yes!"
He then set down the plate and handed her a cup of tea.
With her chubby little hands, Zhi’er held it and drank it down in gulps.
She sighed contentedly, "The pastries here are so-so, they barely fill you halfway."
Hearing this, Feng Fuce couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.
"Shall I take you to Xijiang Yue to eat tomorrow?"
"Yes, yes! No, wait, Brother Ce, don’t you have to report sothing to father tomorrow?"
"There’ll be ti after the report."
"Alright, alright!" Zhi’er agreed repeatedly.
At this point, the brothel madam couldn’t refrain from speaking up again, "Honorable Marquis..."
Zhi’er tilted her head, looking past Feng Fuce at the heavily made-up voluptuous woman.
"Who are you?"
The madam imdiately bead a brighter smile, making a golden tooth gleam more.
"Hello, miss, I’m the madam here. I heard the Marquis had an unpleasant encounter, so I ca to ask what happened."
"Marquis, did our establishnt do sothing wrong? You’re having Asura guards search every room, which puts us in a difficult position. Those patrons will surely bla us!"
The madam spoke very tactfully.
The Asura guards rudely barged in, terrifying the guests!
So were even caught without pants on!
How can business continue like this?
Feng Fuce turned and gave her a cold look.
"I’ll leave once I find the person."
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