Chapter 346: Chapter 346: Want to Die? Feng Fuce Has the Final Say
The sound of wailing quickly echoed.
Not having cried out much, the mouth was already gagged.
But the sound of the rods hitting flesh, shattering bones, made everyone present feel horrified.
Some citizens, timid as they were, immediately fell to the ground trembling all over.
Bai Xilie looked at Wang Yi, who was kneeling nearby, drenched in cold sweat.
"Wang Yi, have you thought it through? Tell me, who were your accomplices, and whose idea was it to lead this imposter princess into the Court?"
Wang Yi knelt on the ground: "Your humble servant..."
Tears as large as beans slid off the tip of his nose, his eyes filled with fear.
Bai Xilie saw him hesitating, not answering, and let out a cold laugh.
"It seems you also want to be beaten first, then tell the truth like them?"
Historian Wang stomped his foot nearby: "Just speak up! Tell everything you know; your stuttering is making us impatient!"
Bai Xilie squinted his eyes: "Wang Yi, you don’t want your family, your son, to be implicated, do you?"
Wang Yi turned his head slightly.
In the crowd, his son Wang Xuanwen looked at him, helpless.
The lives of the whole family were in his hands.
But if he exposed Master Wei at this point, Master Wei would certainly reveal his acts of embezzlement.
Even if he escaped this calamity, he could not avoid the next one.
Wang Yi took one last look at his son Wang Xuanwen.
Among the officials, Master Wei stared intensely at Wang Yi.
Just then, Wang Yi suddenly leaped toward the sword held by the Imperial Guard.
Feng Fuce moved swiftly, grabbing Wang Yi’s arm instantly.
However, it was too late.
Wang Yi fell onto the sword blade, piercing through his abdomen.
The people present screamed in shock.
Bai Xilie’s face turned cold, and he hurriedly covered Bai Zhi’er’s eyes.
Feng Fuce’s gaze darkened, showing displeasure.
He immediately pointed, touching Wang Yi’s acupuncture point.
Dark arts passed through his fingertip, sealing Wang Yi’s fate.
To die in front of Feng Fuce also depended on his approval.
Wang Yi thought he was certain to die.
Lying there, facing Bai Xilie, blood flowed from his mouth as he said, "Emperor, I have erred; I voluntarily take all blame upon myself, I beg you to spare my family."
Having said that, he passed out.
Historian Wang proclaimed in shock: "Dead?"
Feng Fuce gave him a cold glance, then instructed the Xiu Luo Envoy: "Take Wang Yi back to the Xiuluo Guard."
Dead? Not so easily.
Hidden in the crowd, Master Wei let out a sigh of relief.
As long as Wang Yi was dead, no one could expose his involvement.
Rage swelled within Bai Xilie, his eyes filled with a brewing storm.
He loathed Wang Yi’s bad luck and hated those with malicious intent, emerging endlessly.
Only after the Xiu Luo Envoy had dragged him away and the bloodstains on the ground were covered with cloth did Bai Xilie let go of Bai Zhi’er’s eyes.
The little one blinked her long eyelashes, looking around.
She gently patted her father’s shoulder.
"Daddy, don’t be upset, don’t be upset. If they can’t catch them, just deal with those two impostors!"
Aunt Huang and Bai Yanyan were already dying.
No matter how much they were interrogated, all they knew was that Wang Yi contacted and communicated with them.
Who else was involved, they had no idea.
Bai Xilie’s expression sank.
He summoned Feng Fuce.
The young boy thought Bai Xilie had some orders.
However, Bai Xilie suddenly stretched out his hand, indicating for Feng Fuce to take Bai Zhi’er away.
Feng Fuce paused with cold eyes.
"Hold her?"
Bai Xilie gave him a decisive look: "Things here are too chaotic, take the Princess and wait at the back."
If he didn’t send his daughter away, he couldn’t give the kill order for fear of scaring the little one.
And Feng Fuce was one of Bai Xilie’s most trusted individuals at this moment.
And also the safest.