Feng Fuce's eyes glimmered with a bone-chilling coldness.
After hearing Bai Zhi'er's words, it instantly returned to calm.
It was as if a blazing fire was silently flattened.
He turned his gaze, with a hint of amusement, raising an eyebrow at the little one in the Emperor's arms.
Bai Zhi'er slapped the table with her small hands, seemingly very angry.
"This uncle is lying, even this nest can't stand listening!"
Bai Xilie hurriedly covered his daughter's small hands.
"Good Zhi'er, let's not hit the table, be careful not to hurt your hands! If you don't like this person, Daddy will deal with him!"
Historian Wang saw this and directly stepped forward to speak candidly.
"This official believes the Princess is right, this person is Yu Zhun, the Sixth Rank Secretary Chief of the Secretariat."
"Everyone knows, the Secretariat's work is leisurely, only sweeping books and copying calligraphy each day."
