Feng Fuce gave a perfunctory smile.
"Really? The Emperor worries too much."
Bai Xilie gazed at him, then waved his sleeve: "Out, out, I don't want to argue with you."
Feng Fuce had already reported everything anyway.
He clasped his hands and left directly.
Bai Xilie watched his back, exhaling roughly.
"Such a young lad, always burdening himself with so much."
When he reached the outer room, Feng Fuce saw Su Yinling still there.
Her eyes indeed were no longer red.
Feng Fuce glanced at her coldly, and Su Yinling quickly bowed her head: "Greetings, Marquis."
The young man only said, "You may leave now."
Then, he took the lead and walked away.
Watching several Xiuluo Guards follow Feng Fuce, Su Yinling couldn't help but click her tongue in wonder.
At such a young age, the marquis held so much power.
This imperial palace was truly a place of immense wealth and privilege.
On the way.
