Prince Kang, in a fit of rage, was startled and said urgently, "At this critical moment, what trouble is the Evil Star stirring up now?"
A melodious and indifferent young voice came through—
"My timing isn't ideal."
Upon hearing this, Prince Kang's entire body stiffened.
The flames of anger on his face, as if doused, extinguished!
He turned around, seeing Feng Fuce approaching with a team.
He had no choice but to force a courteous smile: "Marquis Wan tirelessly aiding His Imperial Brother, I am dealing with family matters, so I can't receive you properly. Hence, the earlier comment."
Feng Fuce slightly raised an eyebrow, his expression indifferent.
With a smile, his youthful exuberance appeared somewhat unruly.
"No worries, I can wait. Please continue, Your Highness."
After speaking, he retracted his gaze, quietly casting a glance at Bai Zhi'er.
The little one blinked her big eyes, looking at him.
