"Nonsense." Feng Fuce's gaze turned cold, and he suddenly stood up.
The Xiu Luo Envoys followed him for a couple of steps.
Feng Fuce turned back and instructed Chu Ping, "Do as I said. Stay here and keep watch. If there's anything unusual, send a signal to Guoguo."
Chu Ping replied hastily, "Don't worry, Marquis. I'm keeping a close eye here and will definitely capture that group in one fell swoop. You should hurry back and keep Princess company. It's obvious you've been missing her after just two or three days without seeing her."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt Feng Fuce's icy gaze pierce him like a knife.
Chu Ping shrank back his neck, "I was wrong, I spoke too much."
He gave his own mouth a hard slap and ran off dejectedly, fearing that Feng Fuce's fist would land on him if he lingered a second longer.
Withdrawing his gaze, Feng Fuce mounted his horse and galloped back to the palace.
After taking a bath, Bai Zhi'er lay in bed, listening to Jing Jia speak.
