The irritable Prince Kang Dynasty looked at Feng Fuce.
"Marquis Wan, what do you an, could it be that Fanghua’s husband is a ghost?"
Feng Fuce’s face was cool and jade-like, calm and composed.
He pulled Bai Zhi’er to sit on a chair beside him.
"I didn’t say her husband is a ghost." Feng Fuce slowly poured a cup of tea, giving it to Bai Zhi’er first.
"It’s just that so people think what they see is real, and mistakenly believe it was an immortal’s guidance, which is truly laughable."
Prince Kang was confused.
He beca anxious: "Marquis Wan, if you have sothing to say, just say it, otherwise, I don’t understand what you an at all."
"Could it be that Fanghua’s husband is deceiving people? Has he never seen Jile City at all?"
Fanghua quickly said, "But he really did earn a large sum of silver by following an immortal’s guidance."
Feng Fuce lightly flicked his robe, a faint sneer appearing.
"Perhaps you haven’t heard, so evil spirits like to transform into immortals to trick mortals into trusting them."
"Little do they know, there aren’t that many immortal guides in this world, there are more evil spirits disguised only to facilitate their own plans."
Prince Kang and Fanghua were still at a loss.
But Bai Zhi’er understood.
"Brother Fu Ce ans that the one guiding Fanghua’s husband wasn’t an immortal, but an evil spirit in disguise? Then this so-called Jile City isn’t a good place at all!"
Feng Fuce nodded, his expression much kinder towards Bai Zhi’er.
To speak of intelligence, everyone in this room couldn’t match even a finger of his Little Demon Pet.
Prince Kang muttered, "Impossible, what Marquis Wan said might not be true, on what basis does the Marquis say that Jile City is a place inhabited by demons and ghosts?"
Feng Fuce glanced at him, not answering.
He simply picked up his teacup and chuckled aningfully.
Prince Kang didn’t understand, but Bai Zhi’er clearly knew why.
She was just about to take Prince Kang away.
When suddenly a noisy commotion ca from the door.
"iyu! Give ten taels of silver again, pay for my drinks, hurry up!"
Fanghua’s face changed: "My husband is here."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "He ca just in ti."
He looked at Prince Kang: "Didn’t the Prince not believe my words? I’ll let him prove it to you."
As he spoke, Feng Fuce signaled to Chu Ping.
Chu Ping imdiately opened the door.
A bearded, sowhat slovenly man had already walked into the courtyard.
His aggressive deanor turned into a sly, teasing smile when he saw Chu Ping.
"Oh, Fanghua, you thought you only served Prince Kang, how co there’s another noble today?"
"They must have given you a lot of rewards, today you must give more."
Chu Ping listened, his anger rising straight away.
He grabbed the man’s shoulder with one hand: "You worthless thing, get in here!"
Chu Ping was quite skilled to begin with.
He grabbed the man and dragged him directly into the house, throwing him harshly on the floor.
Like tossing a piece of garbage.
"Ouch!" The man’s face hit the ground, grimacing in pain.
The door closed behind him.
The man got up, cursing: "You dare throw , you..."
He didn’t finish his sentence. Upon seeing the room full of people, he was dumbfounded.
"Are you all... my wife’s patrons?" His astonished eyes took a look at Feng Fuce, then glanced at Bai Zhi’er.
Chu Ping ca up from behind, pressing his foot on the man’s head.
The man yelped, forced to the ground.
Chu Ping said coldly, "Behave yourself, answer every question, or your head will be cut off tonight to be hung under the eaves like a lantern!"
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