He released Liu Jiru and gave him a cold glance.
"Be careful on your way back, you might not be so lucky next ti."
After Feng Fuce finished speaking, he turned to leave.
Liu Jiru suddenly spoke up: "Marquis Wan, thank you!"
Feng Fuce paused his steps.
He slightly turned his gaze: "You recognize ?"
They had never t before.
Liu Jiru nodded and pointed at the Asura pattern on Feng Fuce’s collar.
Throughout Great Chu, only Marquis Wan used such a design.
Feng Fuce acknowledged this and didn’t intend to say much.
But Liu Jiru said: "Marquis, there’s sothing I’d like to ask for your help with."
"It’s about the Princess’s reputation, you’ll definitely want to know."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, showing a trace of contemplation on his handso, cold, fair face.
Bai Zhi’er was watching them from above.
Liu Jiru was indeed smart.
He revealed everything he had just seen and heard from Third Old Lady to Feng Fuce without reservation.
"That Third Old Lady must be a fraud, my sister may have been deceived by her."
"That’s why my sister firmly believes Third Old Lady is the Kunshan Goddess."
"Third Old Lady dared to say the Princess is jealous of my sister, if she moves sowhere else, she might say similar things to ruin the Princess’s reputation."
"I’m too weak alone, and can’t tell my family, so I want to ask the Marquis for help."
Feng Fuce was sowhat impatient.
But he glanced up, seeing Bai Zhi’er nodding to him.
She ant for him to see what Liu Jiru planned to say first.
So, Feng Fuce suppressed his impatience: "How can I help you?"
Liu Jiru replied: "Marquis, lend five hundred taels, I will go back to Third Old Lady’s house and negotiate with her, I will definitely uncover the truth!"
Feng Fuce sneered coldly: "Just you? If a fraud speaks the truth, why call them a fraud?"
"No help." He said icily without patience.
However, Feng Fuce raised his gaze to see Bai Zhi’er waving her hand and shaking her head.
He helplessly closed his thin eyes.
This Little Demon Pet, always enthusiastic about helping others.
Liu Jiru looked dejected, his head dropped as he prepared to leave.
"Alright, but still, thank you, Marquis."
He hadn’t walked far when Feng Fuce coldly called out: "Stop."
Liu Jiru turned back.
Feng Fuce said calmly: "There’s another way to learn the truth."
anwhile, the assassins reported their failure.
Jun Kuang sat by the window, reading a book, listening to his shadow guard relay the matter.
"At the ti, they didn’t recognize him, but later recalled, the person who suddenly intervened had an Asura pattern on his collar."
"Based on the estimation of the youth’s age at the ti, they confird it was Marquis Wan who helped Liu Jiru."
Jun Kuang held the book and lifted his questioning eyebrows.
"Marquis Wan? That place is outside the Capital, why did he appear there alone?"
The guard shook his head, indicating he didn’t know.
Jun Kuang subtly pursed his lips, looking serious.
This ti, they didn’t succeed, and instead let Feng Fuce see.
Next ti, wanting Liu Jiru’s life would be difficult.
But given the circumstances, Jun Kuang, a cautious man, definitely wouldn’t risk it again.
He told the guard: "Then let’s talk about it later, for now, have them not show up in the Capital to avoid being discovered by the Xiuluo Guard."
"Yes." The guard bowed and left.
Jun Kuang pondered.
Why did Marquis Wan save Liu Jiru?
The situation is becoming increasingly unpredictable.
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