Feng Fuce looked coldly, and with a slight wave of his hand.
Chu Ping immediately straightened up.
He politely invited Qingmei.
"Sister palace Servant, this way please, our Marquis doesn't like others present during interrogations."
"Leave the food box on the table in front, and divide it among our brothers."
Qingmei hugged the food box, looking at him with some caution.
"Why call me sister, you seem to be around my age."
"I'm not leaving, I won't leave Princess for even a step!"
Just as Qingmei finished speaking, two Xiu Luo Envoys wearing evil ghost masks, lifted her shoulders from both sides.
They took her away directly.
Qingmei's feet dangled in the air, kicking back and forth, continuously looking back.
"Princess! Princess!"
Bai Zhi'er knew Qingmei would not be harmed.
The big bad brother wasn't that ruthless yet.
She waved her little hand, her soft voice like milk: "Sister Qingmei, don't worry, I'll come find you soon!"
