Chapter 1351: It Seems Marrying Feng Fuce Isn’t So Bad
Feng Fuce turned around, a slight smile on his thin brows: "Up to mischief again?"
However, his smile quickly faded.
Feng Fuce stood up and placed her hand on his chest.
"Your hand is so cold. Did you run here by yourself?"
Zhi’er nodded, her eyes sparkling: "I couldn’t sleep. Daddy carried Mommy away!"
"And I was a bit hungry, so I thought I’d come see what Brother Ce is doing."
Feng Fuce smiled helplessly and seated her in his chair.
He said, "Wait here, I’ll have someone prepare something for you to eat."
Zhi’er obediently agreed.
While Feng Fuce was out, Zhi’er lowered her head and saw the document he had just reviewed.
In the east of the city, someone killed his wife. The murderer claimed it was accidental, and his relatives all spoke in his defense.
The matter went to the government, and many villagers gathered to plead for the murderer.
Thus, the government, swayed by public opinion, was uncertain and reported to the court, awaiting a decision.
Zhi’er saw Feng Fuce’s response: "Execute without delay, life for a life."
She couldn’t help but smile knowingly.
This was indeed Feng Fuce’s character.
Wrong is wrong, and he would never let someone off the hook just because of pleas for mercy.
Thinking of this, Zhi’er couldn’t help but shake her head in pity.
What a pitiful woman, brutally killed by her husband’s family, and in the end, they all came together to try to absolve the man.
If he really got off scot-free, it would be a pity for the woman!
Zhi’er couldn’t help but pick up the brush and add a comment: "Immediate execution! Expedite."
She moved on to the next document.
It turned out to be a proposal from a Ritual Law Officer suggesting matchmakers be found for the unmarried ministers of marriageable age in court.
The officer argued that this would increase the officials’ gratitude towards the court.
Establish a family first, then a career, and they would surely serve the court well.
Furthermore, this official kindly provided a list of names, detailing the names of marriageable officials in court.
The first name on the list was Feng Fuce.
Zhi’er widened her eyes and hurriedly looked for Feng Fuce’s response.
She saw his powerful writing, with just one line: "Got nothing better to do? Mind your own business."
Zhi’er burst into laughter.
Inwardly, she felt a hint of sweetness at Feng Fuce’s response.
At that moment, Feng Fuce returned from giving instructions: "What are you laughing at?"
Zhi’er placed the documents aside: "Oh, nothing. I was just amused by how concise you are. I wonder if Daddy will take these suggestions into account."
Feng Fuce poured Zhi’er a cup of hot tea.
He said calmly, "The Emperor will definitely take them into account."
Zhi’er was curious: "How can you be so sure?"
Feng Fuce handed her the tea: "Because his heart is set on the Heavenly Dao. The last two proposals were like this, he trusts us too much, only glanced at them and decided to follow our thoughts."
Bai Xilie has no time for state matters; these days, he’s immersed in the joy of his wife’s return.
Zhi’er laughed as she reached out for the teacup.
However, Feng Fuce dodged slightly.
His deep eyes showed some pampering and concern: "The tea is hot; I’ll hold it while you drink."
Faced with such a considerate Feng Fuce, Zhi’er’s heart always fluttered uncontrollably.
She lowered her head and took a few sips of tea.
Raising her eyes again, she saw Feng Fuce looking at her with all his heart and soul.
His focus was undistracted.
At this moment, Zhi’er thought that marrying Feng Fuce might not be a bad choice.
She was convinced that she and he could have an absolutely happy family.