CHAPTER 624: CHAPTER 624: PRINCESS! PLEASE BELIEVE ME, YOUR SERVANT

Bai Zhi’er quickly pulled her slightly longer skirt tight, then skillfully covered her eyes with her small hands.

She only heard a few wails of agony in her ear, followed by a "thud" as bodies hit the ground.

Finally, Feng Fuce gave her a deep warning by her ear: "Don’t open your eyes yet."

The little one nodded obediently.

She felt Feng Fuce put her on a chair.

Then, she heard Zhao Tao’s terrified voice: "What are you trying to do, you want to... ah!"

A scream of agony followed, causing the little one to shiver.

After a while, Feng Fuce spoke toward Bai Zhi’er’s direction: "It’s okay now."

Bai Zhi’er opened her eyes.

She saw that Feng Fuce had already dragged the bodies of those thugs behind the screen.

Aside from the bloodstains on the carpet, table, and door, you couldn’t tell how many people he killed.

Bai Zhi’er blinked her round eyes and looked at Zhao Tao.

She saw Zhao Tao’s mouth full of blood, his body tightly bound and lying on the ground, his cheeks swollen as if he’d been punched.

His teeth had been knocked out, mixed with blood, scattered on the ground.

Zhao Tao looked at Feng Fuce, using his toothless mouth to curse with hatred: "You’ll get no good shit!"

Feng Fuce ignored him, standing on his own by the copper basin, washing his hands with clean water.

Hearing Zhao Tao’s unclear curses, the boy remained stern, not even bothering to mock or ridicule.

Bai Zhi’er hopped off the chair, walked over to Zhao Tao, and kicked his stomach with her little foot.

Zhao Tao let out a pained cry.

"You even dared to try to kill me and Brother Ce, your guts are as big as your face is fat, huh!"

Zhao Tao looked at the little girl in front of him, startled and angry.

He suddenly realized.

Under heaven, the only person who wouldn’t be afraid of Marquis Wan and would call him Brother Ce affectionately was—

Princess Cui Cuo.

Zhao Tao opened his mouth wide, exclaiming in shock: "You... you are the fourth Princess?"

Bai Zhi’er folded her arms: "Hmph, not too dumb. When I return to the palace, I’ll tell Father you tried to kill me!"

Zhao Tao, in a moment of desperation, had a bright idea.

He mumbled: "Princess! Marquis Wan wants..."

Before Zhao Tao could frame Feng Fuce for treason, he was kicked, rolling over by the boy who had just finished washing his hands.

Zhao Tao was forced to turn over, his back facing Bai Zhi’er.

He was still mumbling unclearly: "Princer! You believe this official..."

Bai Zhi’er listened more and more blankly, her big eyes filled with confusion.

"What is he saying! Even when I was two, I spoke more clearly."

Feng Fuce said coldly: "No need to pay attention, just the nonsense of a dying man."

The little one nodded understandingly.

She asked: "Brother Ce, they said my Third Uncle came here for some fun. Did you also come here for some fun?"

"No." Feng Fuce answered quickly.

He said coldly: "I was invited here by Zhao Tao for a Hongmen Banquet, he wanted to force me to control the Six Ministries of the court."

Bai Zhi’er put her hands on her hips, glaring at Zhao Tao angrily: "He’s really not a good person, no wonder his voice is so annoying!"

Zhao Tao was still chattering on, trying to accuse Feng Fuce of treason.

But as he heard Bai Zhi’er’s words, Feng Fuce’s gaze turned cold, and he stepped forward, knocking Zhao Tao unconscious with the hilt of his sword.

Then, he said to the little one: "Alright, now you don’t have to listen to him anymore."

Bai Zhi’er nodded with satisfaction: "Suddenly it’s quiet. But, Brother Ce, if you have things to do, go ahead, I’m going to find Third Uncle!"