Bai Zhi'er felt the same way.
"Brother Fu Ce is honest and upright, and Zhi'er also believes in him!"
Bai Xilie suddenly laughed.
He found it amusing.
"When others describe Marquis Wan, they either curse him for being notorious or call him a crafty official who plays with power. This is the first time I've heard anyone praise him."
Bai Zhi'er's little face was tender and her eyes were clear: "Brother Fu Ce takes good care of me, so of course I think he's the best in the world."
"Better than your father?" Bai Xilie raised an eyebrow.
The little one immediately smiled sweetly: "Not as good as father."
Soon, Bai Zhi'er changed the subject.
"Hmm, but thinking about it, Lord Pingguo coming to the Capital is definitely for this matter, right? Father must be getting a headache."
Bai Xilie kissed the little one's cheek: "My Zhi'er is so smart."
On one side is a founding Hero, on the other side is a heavily relied upon Marquis.
Bai Xilie did not want to punish anyone.
