He closed his eyes, calming himself for a moment.
Listening to Historian Wang's reasonable arguments, Feng Fuce slightly relaxed, leaning against the chair back.
With cold eyes, he said, "It's best if that's the case. Should I find out that someone within the palace has been speaking recklessly, inciting the Princess to indulge in entertainment, don't blame me for being unkind."
After speaking, Feng Fuce stood up to leave.
"Marquis, wait!" The honest and upright Historian Wang hurried after him.
He was still concerned about the issues within the historical records.
"May I ask, Marquis, what exactly is the issue with the historical records?"
Feng Fuce chuckled indifferently: "There's no issue; I was deliberately testing you."
Then, he swept his robe and left.
Leaving Historian Wang alone, stunned in place.
What? Marquis Wan was merely teasing him?
...
Night fell.
Inside and outside Ruizhu Palace, a serene tranquility prevailed.
