So wealthy rchants who had never seen Marquis Wan but only heard of his deeds couldn’t help but feel a trace of disdain and arrogance when they saw that Feng Fuce was just a young lad.
How could a re child hold the Emperor’s favor?
Surely he has no real skills, just so trickery to deceive the Emperor.
Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce walked towards the inner courtyard, with so ti left before the auction began, the guests stood aside in small groups, whispering to each other.
"Sister!" The Princely Heir Bai Yaoyu quickly approached, his voice bright with laughter: "Are you hungry? There are so pastries in the pavilion, they’re quite good."
Bai Zhi’er shook her head, her voice soft and sweet: "Not hungry, today is the Charity Banquet, Zhi’er is the host, I can’t just focus on eating, I have to entertain the guests as well."
A few princely heirs were montarily stunned, then exchanged smiles.
Suddenly.
A terrified female scream reverberated.
Bai Zhi’er hurriedly turned to look.
She saw a palace Servant holding a tray, her hand tightly gripped by a wealthy, rotund rchant.
"The girls in the Capital, even the palace Servants look so beautiful!" The rchant laughed heartily, and his friends around him egged him on.
"Lord Huang Liu should take her back as a room companion, it would indeed be a beautiful affair!"
"That’s right, later Sixth Master will take her ho, living people are much more interesting than those glittering treasures!"
The more his friends urged him on, the more excited the rchant beca.
His hand slowly moved up, reaching into the palace Servant’s sleeve.
The palace Servant’s face was full of sha and anger from being humiliated.
"Sir, please respect yourself!" she said, trying to protect the tray from spilling its wine with one hand.
With the other hand, she tried to fend off the rchant’s incessant advances.
The palace Servant tried to break free and escape, but to her surprise, the rchant’s friends actively blocked her path.
They surrounded her, slowly shrinking the space she had to escape.
The palace Servant looked helplessly around: "You... all of you..."
Most of the guests who ca today did not know each other.
In such a situation, so remained silent, while others tried to intervene, only to be pulled back by their friends.
Friends whispered: "That’s Lord Huang Liu, famous in Beizhili, both wealthy and lecherous, he’s ruined many girls."
"Don’t ddle in his affairs, otherwise, he’ll relentlessly pester you, like a toad that doesn’t bite, just nauseates you!"
"Moreover, this is the Princess’s banquet, soone will take care of him!"
Thus, the few guests who wanted to stand up could only give up.
Bai Zhi’er’s eyes narrowed slightly, in her dark, glossy eyes, a cunning cold glimr shone.
She took small steps and sat in the pavilion.
Then, the little girl raised her chin slightly: "Brother Ce, help deal with him."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Do you want him dead or wish he were better off dead?"
Bai Zhi’er crossed her small arms: "Do as you see fit, the banquet hasn’t even started, and soone is causing trouble, if he’s not dealt with, others will look down on !"
Feng Fuce replied succinctly: "Got it."
As he turned to walk towards the rchant, his eyes were as dark as the abyss that devoured light.
In the Capital, rchants familiar with Marquis Wan’s deanor cautiously stepped back as they saw Feng Fuce approaching the rchant.
Afraid that if a fight broke out, blood might splatter on them.
This group dared to make trouble in front of the little princess and Marquis Wan, truly tired of living, coming deliberately to seek death.
The rchant continued to smile lecherously, still tugging at the maid’s wrist.
"Co back with Sixth Master, little beauty."
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