Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help but pout and said, "Could it be that he’s here just to bully Brother Ce?"
Bai Xilie and Pri Minister Wen were both taken aback.
"Zhi’er?" Bai Xilie quickly got up, walked to the door with a smile, and picked up his daughter: "Little one, have you finished playing outside?"
Bai Zhi’er’s rosy face was full of displeasure.
She asked softly, "Father, I just ran into Third Brother, and he said that a Lord Pingguo is coming to impeach Brother Ce, is that true?"
Prince Kang was responsible for collecting spies and intelligence from all over Great Chu and then presenting them to Bai Xilie.
Hearing this, Bai Xilie guessed that his daughter might have heard sothing.
He gestured, and Pri Minister Wen imdiately cupped his hands and took his leave.
"Zhi’er, you heard right, this Duke Ping had a personal grudge with Marquis Wan."
"What grudge?" Bai Zhi’er asked further.
Bai Xilie felt that his daughter was growing up, and it wasn’t entirely inappropriate to share so courtly affairs with her.
So, he explained it all.
It turned out that back then, Feng Fuce, despite being young, displayed exceptional martial arts skills and was praised by the soldiers of Great Chu.
The fa of Marquis Wan spread widely, naturally causing so people to disdain him.
The one who looked down on Feng Fuce the most was the young son of Duke Ping, Young Master An.
He was about the sa age as Feng Fuce and practiced martial arts daily but was never as skilled as Feng Fuce.
Thus, Young Master An gathered his friends against Feng Fuce.
Feng Fuce mostly ignored them.
However, one ti Young Master An cornered Feng Fuce in the Martial Arts Training Ground, demanding a match with him.
The loser had to crawl under the other’s legs.
At the ti, he had already arranged for soone to spike Feng Fuce’s tea with Soft Bone Powder.
Young Master An thought he was sure to win.
Feng Fuce, perhaps annoyed by his pestering, agreed.
However, Young Master An didn’t get to see the effects of the Soft Bone Powder in Feng Fuce.
As soon as the match started, Feng Fuce kicked Young Master An off the platform.
In front of everyone, Young Master An tumbled and crashed into a weapon rack.
He didn’t get up for a long while, only shouting in pain.
After a mont, even the shouting stopped.
Only then did everyone rush over to find Young Master An dead in a pool of blood!
There was a short dagger plunged into his back!
With this incident, the grieving Duke Ping filed three lawsuits, all reaching Bai Xilie.
Duke Ping wanted Feng Fuce to pay with his life!
But at that ti, Feng Fuce was heavily relied upon and highly valued by Bai Xilie.
So, Bai Xilie delayed handling the case.
As ti passed, Duke Ping naturally understood Bai Xilie’s stance.
He requested to return to Huainan and refused to hold office in the court.
After finishing the story, Bai Xilie sighed softly, "Four years have passed in a blink, and Father originally thought he had let it go."
Bai Zhi’er’s bright eyes were filled with confusion.
"Father, Third Brother loves martial arts. I’ve seen his weapon rack, all for long weapons. Even if Young Master An toppled the rack, how could he be hard by a short dagger?"
Bai Xilie nodded gently: "There were many suspicious points from that year, and even if we wanted to investigate further, there are no leads."
Bai Zhi’er’s long eyelashes fluttered: "Father, you also believe that Brother Ce wouldn’t kill, right?"
Bai Xilie looked at his daughter’s innocent and clear smile.
He reached out and patted her head.
"Father rely understands the character of Marquis Wan. If he ever wanted to kill soone, he’d openly admit it. There’s no need to deny it."
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