OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 802: Find Who Profits, and You’ll Know the Killer

Chapter 802: Chapter 802: Find Who Profits, and You’ll Know the Killer

"If he truly committed murder, would I, the Emperor, shelter and indulge him? Duke Ping, you have truly wronged him."

Feng Fuce maintained a cold expression from start to finish.

As if it was not his concern.

He did indeed go to the backyard.

But the reason he told Bai Xilie was that he wanted a place to rest; in truth, that was a lie as well.

Soft Bone Powder was useless to him.

He merely wanted to find the person who administered the drug and kill them.

However, he didn’t find them in the backyard, so Feng Fuce later went to the front yard to look around.

Duke Ping murmured, "So you’re saying the real murderer of my young son is someone else?"

Bai Xilie nodded gently, "It may well have been a coincidence, after all, who would hold a grudge against a little child?"

Subsequently, the Emperor’s icy gaze fell on An Shiyu.

"However, this eldest son of your family speaks rashly against the Marquis personally appointed by me."

"My Zhi’er has always regarded Feng Fuce as a brother and best playmate. If she finds out about today’s matter and asks me why I didn’t speak up for Marquis Wan in her sadness, how do you propose I explain it to my daughter?"

His tone was quite stern.

Duke Ping snapped back to reality.

He quickly cupped his hands towards Feng Fuce, "So it turns out, I have misunderstood all these years."

"The Marquis not only didn’t take offense but also kept secret my foolish son’s disgraceful behavior. I, An Shouli, respectfully thank the Marquis."

Feng Fuce, forever cold, heard this and remained indifferent and silent.

Duke Ping hadn’t yet incited him; otherwise, heads might have rolled in a flash.

Having spent a long time with Bai Zhi’er, Feng Fuce realized he was growing more patient with these mere mortals.

Bai Xilie saw Duke Ping’s apology and nodded in satisfaction.

He cast a stern look at An Shiyu.

Duke Ping grasped the Emperor’s intent and turned to reprimand, "Shiyu, aren’t you going to apologize to the Marquis?"

Although reluctant, An Shiyu dared not defy the Emperor and finally cupped his hands.

"I’m sorry."

Feng Fuce said nothing, but it was Chu Ping who had the courage.

He sneered mockingly, "Is this your attitude of apologizing? It’s not as respectful as Duke Ping; at least he knows to bow and salute."

An Shiyu gritted his teeth and, under Duke Ping’s urging, lowered his head, "I’m sorry."

Feng Fuce didn’t want to waste any more time; he needed to check why Bai Zhi’er refused to take medicine.

Hence, he turned and said to Bai Xilie, "Emperor, I have matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave."

Bai Xilie nodded, "Go ahead."

But before Feng Fuce left, he seemed to recall something.

He paused, turning his gaze to Duke Ping.

"Considering the challenges of being a parent, I offer you some advice."

"To identify the murderer is simple; just see who profits the most after your son dies."

Having said this, Feng Fuce strode out, and Chu Ping quickly bowed and took his leave.

Before departing, Chu Ping cast a provocatively fierce glance at An Shiyu.

Bai Xilie understood Feng Fuce’s words and chuckled helplessly inside.

That sly lad!

He glanced at Duke Ping, "Alright, I must now attend to the memos; you may withdraw if you have no further matters."

On the way back, Duke Ping was restless, lost in silence.

No matter how An Shiyu tried to comfort him, Duke Ping’s face remained blank.

"Father, you can’t believe what that Marquis Wan said, right? Everyone knows he’s cunning and callous; how can you trust his words!"

Duke Ping was silent for a moment before he nodded, "You are right."

An Shiyu consoled, "Once we’re back at the manor, Mother will surely prepare Father’s favorite soup to warm you up."

Duke Ping glanced at his caring eldest son with the corner of his eye.

Yet Feng Fuce’s words relentlessly echoed in his mind.