The eunuch, who felt unlucky being cursed at, suddenly turned sinister: "You little brat, what did you say about me?"
However, just as he finished speaking, the surrounding little girls let out a series of urgent screams!
Followed by a wailing scream: "Save me!"
Before the eunuch could see what was happening, suddenly, a bloody severed hand was thrown at the eunuch's feet.
His eyes widened in terror, and he fell to the ground in shock.
The half-eaten red sweet potato in his hand slipped out and flew away.
It landed right in front of a pair of black boots dusted with a bit of snow.
Because of that bloody severed hand, the little girls around were scared and burst into tears.
The eunuch looked up to see a slender figure standing not far away, followed by seven or eight people wearing grim evil ghost masks.
They were pressing down a man in an official robe, his arm nothing but a bloody mess, with several cold blades resting against his neck.
The nearby Palace Attendants, upon seeing them, all backed away with their heads lowered, not daring to look again!
The eunuch immediately recognized the man being held down—it was Lord Huang, who recently submitted a memorial requesting the Emperor be lenient with the remnants of the former dynasty!
"Marquis! This servant greets the Marquis!" Several eunuchs hastily knelt before the young boy at the front.
He was about eight or nine years old.
Wearing a black robe with an Asura embroidered on the chest, compared to the Asura's vivid, terrifying blood-red eyes, the youth's face appeared particularly pale and cold.
His black eyes were cold and dark, as if absorbing all the surrounding colors, leaving only a chilling black and white in his gaze.
He wore a black robe and a golden crown, standing taller than his peers.
At this moment, he slightly lowered his gaze, frowning slightly, looking somewhat irate and displeased at the sweet potato lying at the toe of his black boot.
The eunuch caught on, directly pointing at the little one from before: "The sweet potato is hers!"
At that moment, completely unfazed by the severed hand, the little baby walked towards the young boy with small steps.
She squatted down in front of him and picked up the sweet potato that had fallen into the snow.
The sweet potato was already covered in snow, and her bright eyes showed a look of regret as she gently dusted off the snow.
With a side glance, the little one noticed a small piece of sweet potato had fallen on the boy's boot.
She reached out with her chubby white finger and silently removed it.
This action caused the youth's raised eyebrows to twitch slightly.
Just then, Lord Huang, who was being held down, suddenly mustered strength, breaking free from his restraints, with his recently severed right wrist still dripping blood!
He hurriedly ran forward, knocking over the little one, causing the sweet potato in her hand to fly out again.
In the next second, a slightly slender and fair hand caught the sweet potato.
The little one fell on her bottom to the ground, only to see a flash of cold light in front of her eyes.
The long slender knife at the youth's waist had unbeknownst to her been drawn, leaving a slash on Lord Huang's back.
Lord Huang cried out in pain, sprawling on the ground, kicking up snow dust, and was immediately pinned down by the approaching Evil Face Envoy.
Finally, the young boy spoke, his thin lips casually uttering a command, with a hint of icy cruelty between his brows: "Take him away, leave the other hand, and then throw him out of the palace."
Lord Huang was dragged away, leaving a streak of fresh blood staining the white snow.
His voice came, cursing and snarling: "Feng Fuce, you wicked monster! You will not die well!"
The young boy lifted his eyes to look at him, and suddenly smiled.
Like snow melting on a cold mountain, carrying a touch of aloofness and defiance—
"I accept your kind words."
Feng Fuce lowered his eyes, finding the little one gazing at him with her white and delicate face... looking longingly at the sweet potato in his hand.