Feng Fuce didn't expect Bai Zhi'er to come.
As he glanced sideways at her, his initially indifferent expression softened in an instant.
"I need it," he said with a gentle smile.
Bai Zhi'er decisively rolled up his sleeves for him.
As she bounced around him, she exclaimed, "The first time I saw the Marquis not picking up a knife to kill someone!"
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows slightly, "There will be more, take your time to watch."
Just then, the housekeeper came running, panting, "Marquis, there are two teams of guards at the door, it seems a distinguished guest has arrived."
Feng Fuce's gaze darkened as he looked toward the entrance.
Bai Zhi'er was curious, "Two teams of guards? Such a grand procession, who could it be?"
Feng Fuce withdrew his gaze, "The Emperor has arrived."
He only needed one glance to sense the imperial aura approaching.
Feng Fuce was quite calm, seemingly guessing the reason for the Emperor's visit.
