Feng Fuce turned his head, looking at him coldly.
The youth’s aura was just as decisive and fierce as before, his face clearly saying "not to be trifled with."
Duke Ping walked up to him: "Marquis Wan, this place is not suitable for idling conversations, may I ask for a word with you?"
Feng Fuce glanced around.
Outside the Imperial Study Room, heavily guarded and strictly enforced by the Imperial Guard.
His thin lips moved slightly, his voice clear and cold.
"I think it’s unnecessary, you and I both serve the Emperor, it is suitable to speak here."
Duke Ping was rejected, his expression temporarily looking sowhat unpleasant.
But he quickly adjusted.
"Then I’ll get straight to the point, Marquis, I’m still here for the death of my youngest son, wish to ask the Marquis to tell the truth."
Feng Fuce’s pupils were indifferent and dark.
He looked at Duke Ping: "What truth do you want? This question, I’ve answered dozens of tis."
"I did not kill your son." Feng Fuce’s tone was quite calm and indifferent.
Duke Ping showed urgency: "Since the Marquis repeatedly claims innocence, why won’t you tell , before the duel, who arranged the weapon rack?"
"Why did the short dagger appear on the long weapon rack, with all these circumstances, the Marquis is unwilling to truthfully explain, which inevitably leads to regard the Marquis as the murderer!"
Feng Fuce took a deep breath: "I am not sure."
Duke Ping spoke with agitation: "The Marquis is lying! Before the duel started, you clearly entered the arena first, soone saw the Marquis avoiding others, sneaking into the back courtyard of the arena!"
"Marquis, what exactly did you go there for?"
Feng Fuce gave him a cold glance: "No comnt."
Said that, the youth turned to descend the steps.
Duke Ping hurriedly chased, directly grabbing Feng Fuce’s sleeve.
He shouted: "Marquis, if you don’t make it clear today, don’t think about leaving!"
Feng Fuce suddenly furrowed his brow, a trace of impatient anger flashing through his eyes.
He consistently disliked being touched by anyone other than Bai Zhi’er.
Enduring to answer so many questions today was already his limit.
"Let go." Feng Fuce warned.
The two of them were pulling at the bottom of the steps.
Finally, Duke Ping bent his knees, simply kneeling on the ground.
Feng Fuce was taken aback, and the surrounding Imperial Guard was also stunned.
Duke Ping, already showing white at the temples, eyes reddened, crying uncontrollably.
"Marquis, my youngest son is the only child my wife and I have, even if he died, I must know what he died of, and who killed him!"
"You are greatly appreciated by the Emperor and the Princess, I believe there’s a misunderstanding in this, and for the sake of being a father, reveal the truth!"
His behavior made the surrounding Imperial Guard feel uncomfortable watching.
Yet Feng Fuce just pressed his lips tightly, his cold and handso face serious, without saying a word.
So in the Imperial Army couldn’t help but lant internally: This Marquis Wan must have a heart of stone, Duke Ping is begging him so bitterly, yet he still refuses to speak the truth.
Just then, a frantic call sounded from afar: "Father!"
A young man, about twenty years old, wearing neat and proper robes ca running from afar.
This was Duke An’s illegitimate eldest son, An Shiyu.
He hurriedly grabbed Duke Ping.
However, Duke Ping refused to get up, waiting for Feng Fuce to say everything he knew.
An Shiyu got anxious, raising his angry eyes, glaring at Feng Fuce to reproach.
"Marquis Wan, do you have no humanity at all? My father is over fifty, can you bear letting him kneel here endlessly?"
"You have had a father too, how can your heart be so ruthless!"
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