CHAPTER 632: CHAPTER 632: COME HOME WITH SIXTH MASTER, LITTLE BEAUTY

Some wealthy merchants who had never seen Marquis Wan but only heard of his deeds couldn’t help but feel a trace of disdain and arrogance when they saw that Feng Fuce was just a young lad.

How could a mere child hold the Emperor’s favor?

Surely he has no real skills, just some trickery to deceive the Emperor.

Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce walked towards the inner courtyard, with some time left before the auction began, the guests stood aside in small groups, whispering to each other.

"Sister!" The Princely Heir Bai Yaoyu quickly approached, his voice bright with laughter: "Are you hungry? There are some pastries in the pavilion, they’re quite good."

Bai Zhi’er shook her head, her voice soft and sweet: "Not hungry, today is the Charity Banquet, Zhi’er is the host, I can’t just focus on eating, I have to entertain the guests as well."

A few princely heirs were momentarily stunned, then exchanged smiles.

Suddenly.

A terrified female scream reverberated.

Bai Zhi’er hurriedly turned to look.

She saw a palace Servant holding a tray, her hand tightly gripped by a wealthy, rotund merchant.

"The girls in the Capital, even the palace Servants look so beautiful!" The merchant laughed heartily, and his friends around him egged him on.

"Lord Huang Liu should take her back as a room companion, it would indeed be a beautiful affair!"

"That’s right, later Sixth Master will take her home, living people are much more interesting than those glittering treasures!"

The more his friends urged him on, the more excited the merchant became.

His hand slowly moved up, reaching into the palace Servant’s sleeve.

The palace Servant’s face was full of shame and anger from being humiliated.

"Sir, please respect yourself!" she said, trying to protect the tray from spilling its wine with one hand.

With the other hand, she tried to fend off the merchant’s incessant advances.

The palace Servant tried to break free and escape, but to her surprise, the merchant’s friends actively blocked her path.

They surrounded her, slowly shrinking the space she had to escape.

The palace Servant looked helplessly around: "You... all of you..."

Most of the guests who came today did not know each other.

In such a situation, some remained silent, while others tried to intervene, only to be pulled back by their friends.

Friends whispered: "That’s Lord Huang Liu, famous in Beizhili, both wealthy and lecherous, he’s ruined many girls."

"Don’t meddle in his affairs, otherwise, he’ll relentlessly pester you, like a toad that doesn’t bite, just nauseates you!"

"Moreover, this is the Princess’s banquet, someone will take care of him!"

Thus, the few guests who wanted to stand up could only give up.

Bai Zhi’er’s eyes narrowed slightly, in her dark, glossy eyes, a cunning cold glimmer shone.

She took small steps and sat in the pavilion.

Then, the little girl raised her chin slightly: "Brother Ce, help me deal with him."

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Do you want him dead or wish he were better off dead?"

Bai Zhi’er crossed her small arms: "Do as you see fit, the banquet hasn’t even started, and someone is causing trouble, if he’s not dealt with, others will look down on me!"

Feng Fuce replied succinctly: "Got it."

As he turned to walk towards the merchant, his eyes were as dark as the abyss that devoured light.

In the Capital, merchants familiar with Marquis Wan’s demeanor cautiously stepped back as they saw Feng Fuce approaching the merchant.

Afraid that if a fight broke out, blood might splatter on them.

This group dared to make trouble in front of the little princess and Marquis Wan, truly tired of living, coming deliberately to seek death.

The merchant continued to smile lecherously, still tugging at the maid’s wrist.

"Come back with Sixth Master, little beauty."