Zhi'er puffed her pink cheeks, lowered her long eyelashes, and said softly, "I know father just ascended the throne, and the kingdom is not stable."
"Therefore, someone like Brother Fu Ce is needed to do some bad things."
"Brother Fu Ce can only endure the accusations and misunderstandings of the world but cannot defend himself, it's really too hard for him."
Feng Fuce remained silent.
Although it was true that he was helping Bai Xilie deal with some traitors.
However, he needed the slaughter even more to restore his mana.
Feng Fuce thought for a moment, then honestly said, "You're right, but I also find joy in it."
Suddenly, Zhi'er held his hand.
This left the young man startled, and in his thin eyes, an uproar of ink-color surged up.
The little one's eyebrows and eyes shimmered with clarity, filled with sympathy and pity.
"Brother Fu Ce, you don't have to comfort me, I know you must be forced by life, without any choice!"
Feng Fuce: ...
