Speaking at last, Chu Ping clicked his tongue in admiration—
"Marquis, isn't it strange? The assassin was hiding well, ready to strike, yet the Third Young Master, with his Hundred Step Piercing skill, managed to shoot him with an arrow!"
"This Third Young Master is truly favored by heaven. Even when he injures someone, it's always the right people, isn't that peculiar!"
"Word has spread in the market; people say he's the true Little Martial God, rooting out evil and protecting everyone."
Feng Fuce's long, dark eyes were cold, his pale face devoid of extra expressions.
He sat back on his chair, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Did Bai Zhi'er send this person?"
Chu Ping nodded cheerfully, "Yes."
His voice teasing, "Even the Princess is endearing; she sends everyone to our Xiuluo Guard regardless."
"Doesn't this mean the Princess trusts the Marquis immensely, believing in his fair interrogation and execution?"
"Otherwise, why would she throw everyone our way, right Marquis?"
