Bai Zhi'er paused her small feet.
She turned her head suspiciously, her round face full of confusion.
"Brother Eunuch, what do you mean by that?"
The interplay of light and shadow around made Feng Fuce's profile appear inscrutable.
He walked forward slowly, his tone confident yet carrying a slight chuckle of insight.
"You just said yourself, every time you met, you never saw his face clearly, so why do you believe an ordinary eunuch who died is someone you know."
Bai Zhi'er bit her lip, her youthful face showing a bit of stubbornness.
"The Brother Eunuch who carried the coffin said that usually, only he guards the Orange Garden!"
Feng Fuce laughed lightly: "To my knowledge, eunuchs take turns guarding a garden like the Orange Garden, which the Emperor seldom visits, every fourteen days."
"His claim of always guarding the Orange Garden might just mean he was on duty during those fourteen days, but are you really sure he's the same person you know?"
