CHAPTER 623: CHAPTER 623: IDIOT, WHY DID YOU COME IN NOW

The official’s expression suddenly froze.

Anger from being humiliated flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly suppressed it and forced a laugh.

"Of course, by cooperating with me, we can gain control of the Six Ministries. This way, those political enemies of the Marquis in court who mercilessly impeach him will all disappear."

Feng Fuce couldn’t help but chuckle upon hearing this.

The youth lifted his sharp, cold eyes: "Just you?"

The official hesitated, the smile on his face gradually fading: "What does the Marquis mean by this? I am sincerely seeking peace, why does the Marquis show no courtesy?"

Feng Fuce placed his hand on the table, his slender fingers gently tapping the surface.

He squinted his long eyes, making his demeanor seem more leisurely, as if he were merely here to enjoy a tune.

"Zhao Tao, what are you, to talk cooperation with me? Collaborating with you is like casually picking up a burdensome tagalong."

Feng Fuce stood up and twisted his sleeve cuffs.

His gaze was deep and cold: "However, it’s fortunate you brought this up, otherwise I wouldn’t have known that even a minor Minister would dare to have ambitions of controlling the Six Ministries in the court and public."

"Your next step, are you planning to usurp power?"

The official named Zhao Tao angrily slammed the table.

"Feng Fuce, you really don’t know how to appreciate a toast and yet want the penalty drink! I treated you with respect, but if you are so stubborn and inflexible, then I won’t hold back!"

He gave a wicked smile: "Today, the Marquis came alone to the banquet. When those with intentions see you entering the brothel, I am sure tomorrow they will spread the news that the Marquis died untimely in the brothel under the peony blossoms."

"How heartbroken the Emperor will be when he learns that his trusted lieutenant has died beneath the peony blossom."

Feng Fuce drew the long sword from his waist, and the blade, sensing its owner’s bloodlust, let out a resonant hum.

The youth sneered: "With this bunch of useless thugs, you think you can take my life."

Zhao Tao stood up, and the thugs behind him immediately stepped forward, each wielding a long knife, their expressions fierce.

Zhao Tao chuckled, his eyes filled with determined cruelty.

"I added something to your wine earlier. So sorry, Marquis Wan, but please take my regards to King Yama."

After he spoke, Zhao Tao waved his sleeve: "Do it!"

Almost simultaneously.

The main door was violently kicked open.

The guards standing on both sides of the door were unexpectedly hit on the head and collapsed limply.

"Ah da da!" Bai Zhi’er bounced in: "Third Uncle, I heard your voice! Come out for me!"

Feng Fuce, holding the long sword, originally had an aura full of killing intent, but his eyes suddenly filled with surprise.

How did she come?

Even Zhao Tao and his men looked at Bai Zhi’er with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Who is this little girl?

At the critical moment of impending action, she burst in.

Bai Zhi’er’s watery eyes surveyed the surroundings, feeling a bit disappointed: "Eh? It’s not Third Uncle. I just heard a somewhat annoying laugh that sounded like him, but I was wrong."

However, the little one immediately saw Feng Fuce.

Her round, bright eyes gleamed with joy: "Brother Fu Ce, why are you here!"

Zhao Tao squinted his eyes, carefully scrutinizing the little girl before him.

She seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t recall her name for a moment.

Feng Fuce’s brows furrowed, and he quickly stepped over, embracing Bai Zhi’er in his arms.

"Fool, why did you come in now." He glanced at her.

Bai Zhi’er innocently blinked her long lashes: "I came to find my Third Uncle, but Brother Fu Ce, what are you all doing..."

As soon as the little one’s voice fell, Zhao Tao shouted an order: "Kill them both!"

Feng Fuce narrowed his eyes: "Bai Zhi’er, hide well in my arms, don’t dirty your clothes."