The Xiu Luo Envoy hurried forward and handed over a folded document with both hands.
"Wei Caijie's wife and concubines, along with a group of house servants, the Emperor has entrusted the Marquis to decide their fate."
Feng Fuce's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he instinctively glanced at Bai Zhi'er beside him.
The little one was fiddling with the panda's tiny paw, seemingly oblivious.
The youth's eyes deepened.
Now that Bai Xilie has a daughter, he rarely issues kill orders himself, knowing Bai Zhi'er would be afraid.
Since he entrusted the decision to Feng Fuce, it indicated Bai Xilie hoped the youth would act in his stead.
Otherwise, if he truly intended to be merciful, he wouldn't have sent them to a place like the Xiuluo Guard.
The Emperor is the supreme authority, and for a family with rebellious intentions and ill will, he naturally hoped to eradicate them entirely.
Feng Fuce understood his intent, yet, with Bai Zhi'er around, he felt a moment of hesitation.
