Bai Zhi’er used her small hand to grasp the sword hilt, handing the treasure sword to Feng Fuce.
The latter paused with cold eyes, looking into the little one’s lively eyes, and eventually stretched his palm to take back the sword.
Could it be, she wanted him to help take action?
Feng Fuce slightly raised his brows.
Bai Zhi’er looked towards Historian Wang.
Suddenly, she raised her small hand, and gave two slaps on his palm, "pa pa".
Like slapping a hand board.
But after all, Bai Zhi’er was still small, how much strength could she have.
"Punishment’s done!" The little one said in a soft voice: "You did something wrong, so I slapped your hand, let’s call it even!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
Prince Kang said: "Zhi’er, don’t be afraid, this Historian Wang said some unpleasant things before, you should really give him a good lesson!"
"You don’t dare to take action, right? Let third uncle do it!"
After Prince Kang spoke, he really was about to stand up.
Bai Xilie spoke, with a tone not lacking in threat and implication: "Third brother."
Prince Kang sat back down hard.
He smiled flatteringly like a blooming flower: "Let’s first see why our Zhi’er did this."
Historian Wang was also incredulous.
He raised his head, looking at the little one who was close at hand.
"Princess, you... you’re not going to kill me?"
Bai Zhi’er’s face was round, fair, and rosy, with a sweet smile, her brows and eyes sparkled with black sheen.
"Why would I kill you? You’ve already been punished and realized your regret."
"Back then, you said Zhi’er was ominous, but now, you kneel in court, which counts as me breaking your scholarly dignity, so we’re even!"
Historian Wang was stupefied, looking at the clarity in Bai Zhi’er’s eyes.
He was determined to die to atone, yet didn’t expect to be forgiven by the Princess.
"But, Zhi’er wants to remind Uncle Wang, you’ve read so many books, you should understand, rumors stop with the wise and flourish among the foolish."
"If you, without verification, panic and take rumors as truth, how can you live up to being a ’Historian’?"
Lord Wang heard this, and suddenly became enlightened, his eyes more sincere and fearful.
He bowed his body and kowtowed: "This official, thanks the Princess for her teachings!"
"I’m just a little kid, giving you a hand smack, also hoping that the next time you say something muddled, think about the saintly books you’ve read!"
"People can be loyal and fearless, but can’t lose their wisdom!"
Once again, Lord Wang felt ashamed.
To think he, at his age, was not as perceptive as the little Princess!
"This official will always remember the Princess’ words!"
Bai Zhi’er nodded her small head with satisfaction.
She blinked her bright and lively black eyes: "But, when you write it into the historical records, remember to describe Zhi Bao as a little bit more adorable!"
Playful and innocent, yet also wise and endearing.
Though young, she has her own unique insights.
Knowing right from wrong, understanding weights and measures, graciously forgiving others!
What a Princess Cui Cuo.
Everyone present couldn’t help but look at Bai Zhi’er with fresh admiration!
Bai Xilie was the first to clap and laugh loudly, leading the proud praises.
"My Zhi’er, truly kind and sensible! Among the peers in the world, who can match Zhi Bao?"
"Come, reward!" He waved his big hand, extremely pleased.
Eunuch Quan Xi hesitated: "Uh... Emperor, reward whom?"
It couldn’t possibly be Lord Wang.
Bai Xilie paused for a moment, then realized.
He chuckled: "In the name of the Princess, open a stall to serve porridge for a month, aiding the good citizens!"
With his words, everyone swiftly hailed the Emperor and Princess as wise.
The praises continued like an unending tide.
Bai Zhi’er returned to her father’s embrace.
Bai Xilie kissed the little one’s face twice directly.
"Zhi Bao, how fortunate I am, to be your father."
He and Jing Jia’s daughter, truly outstanding!