"If he truly committed murder, would I, the Emperor, shelter and indulge him? Duke Ping, you have truly wronged him."
Feng Fuce maintained a cold expression from start to finish.
As if it was not his concern.
He did indeed go to the backyard.
But the reason he told Bai Xilie was that he wanted a place to rest; in truth, that was a lie as well.
Soft Bone Powder was useless to him.
He merely wanted to find the person who administered the drug and kill them.
However, he didn't find them in the backyard, so Feng Fuce later went to the front yard to look around.
Duke Ping murmured, "So you're saying the real murderer of my young son is someone else?"
Bai Xilie nodded gently, "It may well have been a coincidence, after all, who would hold a grudge against a little child?"
Subsequently, the Emperor's icy gaze fell on An Shiyu.
"However, this eldest son of your family speaks rashly against the Marquis personally appointed by me."
