Feng Fuce looked at the little one, "Are you going to Mingyang Academy tomorrow?"
Bai Zhi'er obediently nodded, "Yes."
"At the Chen hour, I'll go to Ruizhu Palace to find you."
After he spoke, Bai Zhi'er's big eyes showed confusion.
Why is Brother Fu Ce coming to see her so early?
As if he understood her question, Feng Fuce's eyes turned cold.
"You forget, the Emperor asked me to take you day and night."
Bai Zhi'er's eyes lit up, "Oh, right! Great, then at Chen hour, don't be late!"
After that, the little one got off the carriage, and Feng Fuce accompanied her, only leaving after she had entered Ruizhu Palace.
Once the young man returned to the Xiuluo Guard, Chu Ping eagerly came forward.
"Marquis, how should we deal with that evil-hearted father and daughter?"
"Should we pour hot oil over them or rub chili and salt on their wounds?"
Feng Fuce glanced at him, "Are you cooking food, is that all you can think of?"
