That night, the snow had ceased.
Feng Fuce was handling official business with the Xiuluo Guard until late into the night.
As he prepared to leave from the secluded palace road, he heard the piercing cries of a cat not far away.
Normally, he would never meddle in such matters.
But this time, for some reason, he turned on his heel and walked towards the sound.
Until he saw the end of the dark palace road, illuminated by the flickering palace lanterns.
A Xiu Luo Envoy, like a terrifying and cruel evil ghost, was holding a cat by its body with one hand and twisting its head with the other.
It seemed he intended to break the cat's neck.
"What are you doing?" Feng Fuce asked sternly.
The Xiu Luo Envoy froze instantly, ceasing his movements.
"Marquis..." The person stammered, a hint of fear rising in his eyes.
Feng Fuce walked slowly forward, his black boots making an unusual sound on the snow.
In the silent, cold night, the young boy's expression was particularly icy.
