Feng Fuce looked at Prince Kang, his tone ominously cool: "However, if the Emperor hears such words, he'll surely be angry. By then, it's not just about my changing a spoon."
Prince Kang's whole body trembled.
He nodded tremblingly: "Understood, understood."
Bai Zhi'er blinked her big, round black eyes, still puzzled.
She quietly asked Feng Fuce: "So, Brother Fu Ce, what does a male concubine really mean!"
Feng Fuce turned his gaze slightly to look at her, his eyes dark as thick ink.
"It means someone who will compete with you for delicious food."
The little fellow's round, tender white face immediately showed an expression of shock.
Senmo!
A male concubine is actually such a bad thing!
Bai Zhi'er shook her head like a rattle drum: "Zhi'er doesn't want a male concubine!"
Feng Fuce's expression remained unchanged, but he placed a fried shrimp ball into her bowl to show his approval.
The next day.
