Zhi'er quickly raised her head, "You cannot lock me up, the Heavenly Court will be anxious if they can't find me!"
"What does that have to do with me?" He sneered.
Zhi'er cast a pleading glance towards Lu Wang behind Feng Fuce.
"Lu Wang, you..."
Lu Wang looked at Feng Fuce, appearing troubled, "Lord Demon, didn't you say you wouldn't make things difficult for Your Majesty? She is delicate and not suited to being tied up here, could you show some mercy..."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Fuce had already given him a warning glance.
Lu Wang silently lowered his head.
Zhi'er was finally stunned, "Lu Wang, how could you do this!"
Lu Wang felt deeply remorseful, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty!"
"What is there to be sorry about? Compared to the harm she inflicted on others with her words and methods, how does this count for anything?" Feng Fuce finished speaking and gestured to the grass spirit to close the door.
Zhi'er rushed to the door, only to hit the cold door.
