No one answered.
The crowd exchanged glances, unsure of how to speak.
At this moment, a cool voice rang out first—
"They are willing."
The ministers looked at Feng Fuce.
When did they agree to this? How could the Marquis answer randomly!
Bai Zhi'er pouted, "They have to say it themselves to make it count."
Feng Fuce slightly pursed his thin lips and said in a somewhat careless and indifferent tone, "If they speak incorrectly, they should acknowledge their mistake and apologize; there's no need to say it out loud."
The expression on Bai Xilie's face relaxed considerably.
At a critical moment, the Marquis Wan he supported was indeed useful!
Historian Wang came to his senses and bowed to Bai Zhi'er.
"If the Princess is wronged, I am willing to take the lead and apologize to you!"
A sweet smile appeared on Bai Zhi'er's rosy cheeks, revealing a set of little white teeth.
"It's a deal!"
"Uncles always think, my timing of appearing is bad, colliding with smallpox."
