After returning to the palace.
Bai Xilie asked Bai Zhi’er to return to Ruizhu Palace first.
"Zhi Bao, father will go to the Imperial Study Room to handle governnt affairs and accompany you for dinner in the evening."
Bai Zhi’er nodded gently, appearing very obedient.
Her dark eyes looked towards Feng Fuce: "Then Brother Fu Ce will accompany ..."
Bai Xilie imdiately said: "Marquis Wan also has to go to the Imperial Study Room with father; there are so matters he needs to handle."
"Zhi Bao should return to Ruizhu Palace first, father will co as soon as he finishes."
Bai Zhi’er reluctantly said, "Alright then."
She exchanged a glance with Feng Fuce, both seed to have sothing to say.
But eventually, Bai Zhi’er returned first.
Bai Xilie retracted his gaze and said solemnly to Feng Fuce beside him: "Co with to the Imperial Study Room, I have sothing to ask you!"
Feng Fuce’s stern face remained calm all along.
After arriving at the Imperial Study Room, with only the two of them, Bai Xilie stood with his hands behind his back in front of the window, his gaze upon Feng Fuce very authoritative.
"Marquis Wan, was the Princess hugging you last ti the first ti, or has this been happening for a while?"
Feng Fuce replied without changing expression: "It’s been like this before, whenever she encounters sothing happy, she would share it with this way."
Bai Xilie’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot.
He struggled to stay calm and exhaled a breath.
He asked again: "What was the Princess happily talking about the ninety-fourth ti, what matter?"
This ti Feng Fuce remained silent, not answering directly.
Bai Xilie furrowed his brows: "Speak, don’t hide anything from !"
Feng Fuce said: "The ninety-fourth ti, she hugged ."
Bai Xilie: ...
He widened his eyes and stepped forward: "What?"
Feng Fuce calmly repeated it again.
Bai Zhi’er’s several brothers, including Feng Fuce, and her uncle Xu Lianzhou, all knew what she was striving for.
Only Bai Xilie and a few uncles were unaware.
The reason Bai Zhi’er didn’t tell Bai Xilie was quite simple.
She didn’t want father to worry.
If Bai Xilie knew Jing Jia was still unconscious, he wouldn’t know how worried and saddened to beco.
Therefore, Feng Fuce lied.
But unexpectedly, Bai Xilie beca quite angry.
"You! Letting her hug you almost a hundred tis, Feng Fuce! There’s a difference between n and won, Zhi’er is innocent and doesn’t understand, but you should know better!"
In his anger, Bai Xilie grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at Feng Fuce.
Feng Fuce caught it steadily and placed it on the table beside him.
He said calmly: "It wasn’t a hundred tis, it was ninety-four."
"You dare to emphasize!" Bai Xilie was furious beyond endurance.
He drew a sword hanging on the wall and swung it directly at Feng Fuce.
However, when the sword’s edge ca down, Feng Fuce gently flicked it with his fingers.
The sword blade shattered into three pieces with a "snap" and fell to the ground.
Bai Xilie was enraged again, picked up a large flowerpot beside him, and was about to throw it out.
Feng Fuce raised his hand and pressed down on Bai Xilie’s shoulder.
Bai Xilie felt a powerful force holding him, preventing him from throwing it.
Feng Fuce’s eyes were cold and dark like ink.
He said indifferently: "The Princess wants to hug, I had no chance to stop her, but I told her not to hug others like that anymore."
Bai Xilie breathed heavily, his stern face showed a slight relief.
"Is that so... that’s better."
Spare Zhi’er the notion of no distinction between n and won, letting so brat from another family take advantage!
Bai Xilie believed Feng Fuce was his confidant, thus easily constrained.
So Bai Xilie let go, putting the flowerpot down.
He said with an angry snort: "Don’t let there be another ti!"
Feng Fuce nodded: "Alright."
He won’t let the Emperor see it again.
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