This topic is indeed a bit cruel for a three-year-old child.
Bai Xilie didn't want to answer, he simply bent down and held his daughter in his arms.
"Zhi'er, they are sick, and the chances of curing this illness are too small. Controlling them is also for the sake of those who remain healthy in the palace."
Bai Zhi'er shook her head repeatedly, "It can be cured, Zhi'er can!"
Bai Xilie didn't believe her, he just earnestly said, "Be good, listen to Daddy, Zhi'er, don't go anywhere, wait for Daddy to handle everything outside."
He didn't forget to urge Feng Fuce beside him, "Go blockade the Clothes Cleaning Bureau now, you know how to do it."
Feng Fuce's expression was indifferent, he lifted his steps and walked away.
Bai Zhi'er heard the undertone in their words.
Knowing that the outcome for those sick people is destined to be death!
