Next day.
Sunlight shone upon the Fengchao Mansion, still under construction.
The craftsn were not in a hurry to work, but stood at the gate, whispering among themselves.
They watched as the Xiu Luo Envoy carried away the beaten and barely alive housekeeper as if he were a wild boar.
The craftsn murmured among themselves—
"Tsk tsk, he was beaten so miserably. The cries last night were faint, I thought it was a vengeful spirit, but didn’t expect it to be the sound of the housekeeper being beaten."
"I heard that the skeleton was buried by the housekeeper, he took soone else’s money, intending to cause trouble for the Princess!"
"To have such malicious intentions? He even tried to bla us; it’s infuriating!"
After speaking, they showed no more sympathy, believing the housekeeper’s wounds were not enough.
Lei Hu stepped forward, sternly informing the craftsn, "The Marquis orders that from now on, a team of Xiuluo Guard will be stationed here daily to patrol."
"I hope all craftsn can cooperate and complete the mansion’s construction early, giving an account to the Princess!"
Upon hearing that the Xiuluo Guard would be staying, everyone felt distressed!
If they accidentally angered the Marquis Wan, they could lose their lives!
"However," Lei Hu continued, "The Princess told the Marquis that you all have worked hard, so the Marquis will pay each of you an extra twenty coins daily on top of your original wages, with diligent work recorded by a special person."
The craftsn’s previously gloomy faces all broke into smiles.
"Thank you, Princess and the Marquis!"
Suddenly, the appearance of the Marquis Wan seed not so terrifying.
He actually knew how to reward, and the craftsn were quite pleased.
In the palace.
Bai Zhi’er begged Feng Fuce to have a sumptuous al at Xijiang Yue with her.
Feng Fuce still had to return to the Xiuluo Guard to handle affairs, so Bai Zhi’er headed towards Ruizhu Palace.
Unexpectedly, she ran into the Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu on the palace road.
"Third Brother!" The little one waved, her eyes sparkling with a bright smile.
She ran over and jumped into Bai Yaoyu’s arms, where he picked her up.
"Sister, I haven’t seen you for days; I just went to Ruizhu Palace, but they said you hadn’t returned yet."
Bai Zhi’er sweetly replied, "I went to check on the progress of the mansion’s construction, Third Brother. Did you co specifically to see Zhi’er today?"
Bai Yaoyu smiled, "I ca specifically to see you and also to deliver a ssage from my father to Uncle."
"A ssage?" The little one tilted her head, curious: "What kind of ssage needs you to deliver it yourself, Third Brother?"
Bai Yaoyu glanced around.
The palace Servants wisely stepped back a bit.
Only then did the Third Young Master say, "Duke Ping is about to arrive in the Capital."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes, confused, "Apple?"
The Third Young Master’s sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes laughed heartily.
He carried Bai Zhi’er, walking toward her Ruizhu Palace, while explaining, "Duke Ping, he was the first local squire to follow Uncle at the ti of the uprising."
"He generously provided financial support to Uncle’s soldiers back then."
"After the establishnt of the Great Chu Dynasty, he voluntarily returned to live in his hotown in Huainan. Uncle, grateful for his generosity back then, specially conferred him the title of Duke Ping."
Bai Zhi’er nodded, seemingly understanding but still confused, "So this letter from Lord Pingguo is just to tell Daddy that he’s arriving in the Capital soon?"
Despite his sister’s slip of the tongue, Bai Yaoyu had a protective affection and chose not to correct her.
He simply followed Bai Zhi’er’s words, nodding, "Not only that, he might have another purpose this ti, which is to impeach Marquis Wan."
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