Some wealthy merchants who had never seen Marquis Wan but only heard of his deeds couldn't help but feel a trace of disdain and arrogance when they saw that Feng Fuce was just a young lad.
How could a mere child hold the Emperor's favor?
Surely he has no real skills, just some trickery to deceive the Emperor.
Bai Zhi'er and Feng Fuce walked towards the inner courtyard, with some time left before the auction began, the guests stood aside in small groups, whispering to each other.
"Sister!" The Princely Heir Bai Yaoyu quickly approached, his voice bright with laughter: "Are you hungry? There are some pastries in the pavilion, they're quite good."
Bai Zhi'er shook her head, her voice soft and sweet: "Not hungry, today is the Charity Banquet, Zhi'er is the host, I can't just focus on eating, I have to entertain the guests as well."
A few princely heirs were momentarily stunned, then exchanged smiles.
Suddenly.
A terrified female scream reverberated.
