The little one's babyish crying voice reached his ears.
Feng Fuce paused in his steps, his indifferent long eyes involuntarily looking over.
He frowned slightly, "What are they doing?"
A Xiu Luo Envoy observed for a moment and said puzzledly, "It seems... the Princess is crying over a dead eunuch. Marquis, please wait, I will go and ask."
He hurriedly walked forward.
Soon, he rushed back.
"I heard that a little eunuch from the Orange Garden died. The eunuchs were carrying him and happened to meet the Princess. For some reason, the little princess started crying loudly after learning his identity."
Even Feng Fuce's cold eyes, at this moment, after a brief hesitation, suddenly surged with anger.
So, this little rascal has always thought he was a eunuch!?
The Xiu Luo Envoy was oblivious to Feng Fuce's repressed anger.
Looking in the direction of the Princess, he shook his head in admiration.
