In the distant pavilion.
Feng Fuce sat there with a cold expression, observing the scene.
Even though there was an array of exquisite dishes on the stone table in front of him.
He remained motionless.
The Second Master and Third Master sitting beside him exchanged glances.
They were apprehensive and couldn't help but solicitously ask, "Marquis, is the food not to your taste?"
Feng Fuce's thin lips were tightly pursed, ignoring them.
His eyes were dark and ominous, emitting a displeasing aura that kept people at a distance.
Chu Ping, seeing this, sternly reprimanded, "Our Marquis is here to investigate who was with Prince Kang at Xianghong Building when Third Master was there."
"Since we are here on official business, are you trying to muddle through with these unpalatable dishes?"
"Let me tell you, confess honestly, otherwise, you'll be escorted back to the Xiuluo Guard and receive a beating!"
Having been by Feng Fuce's side for a long time.
