Within the Xiuluo Guard.
The two assassins suspected of attempting to assassinate the Emperor are being whipped and punished.
Feng Fuce sat on a nearby chair, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.
His articulated hands supported his brow bone, wearing an expression of indifferent displeasure.
Chu Ping passed by several times.
Finally, he walked over to Feng Fuce's side: "Marquis, you seem to be in a bad mood lately. How about after today's duties, I take you to Zhe Li Garden to listen to some music?"
Feng Fuce raised his cold eyes: "Zhe Li Garden?"
Chu Ping thought he was interested.
He said enthusiastically: "Yes, do you remember, Marquis, when Prince Kang almost lost his life?"
"I heard that he went to Zhe Li Garden and was haunted by the fierce ghost that had been burned to death before!"
"A few days ago, the Emperor ordered a cleanup and even sent a Taoist to capture the fierce ghost. In the end, no one knows if it was caught."
