Thinking about how Feng Fuce is now a favorite of Bai Xilie.
He also oversees the Brocade Robe Shura Envoy, able to kill first and report later.
Even Prince Kang, as an Imperial Relative, has to give Feng Fuce some respect.
He put on a fake smile and went forward to chit-chat: "Marquis Wan, what a coincidence, are you here to see the Emperor?"
Before Prince Kang could get close, Feng Fuce raised a hand, signaling him to stop. Prince Kang involuntarily halted in place.
Feng Fuce, merely a child of eight or nine, has clear and bright eyes.
At this moment, his long brows were leisurely raised, carrying a hint of slyness.
"Prince Kang, please stay. I was just passing by, but when I heard you requesting Miss Huang from the Emperor, I couldn't help but stay and listen."
Saying this, he sneered: "But what a pity, Prince, you're too late. That Miss Huang threw herself at a pillar and died last night. If the Prince desires, I can have her corpse delivered to the Imperial Mansion."
Prince Kang was startled.
He furrowed his brows and waved his hand repeatedly: "No need, no need!"
Feng Fuce, with a face as beautiful as an Immortal's, spoke words like an Asura evil ghost!
Prince Kang felt a sense of misfortune, quickly said: "Marquis, as you please, I shall take my leave first."
With that, he hurriedly left the palace.
At this moment, the mocking grin on Feng Fuce's face gradually cooled down.
Like White Jade scorched by fire, although his gaze was dark and bright, it still emitted a chill.
He looked at the faint sickly aura enveloping Prince Kang.
It seemed to be smallpox.
Feng Fuce clicked his tongue with a laugh: "Is there going to be another death?"
If he wasn't mistaken, Prince Kang had just spoken closely with the Emperor and Princess.
That little one picking sweet potatoes, exudes a delightful fragrance.
Looks quite appetizing.
If it dies, what a pity indeed.
To care for his daughter, Bai Xilie had the Palace Attendant tidy up the Ruizhu Palace behind the Qianyuan Hall for Bai Zhi'er to live in.
Originally reserved for the Empress, Ruizhu Palace is lavishly and majestically decorated.
Now, since Bai Zhi'er's mother has not yet returned, the vast palace is occupied by the small figure of Bai Zhi'er.
Bai Xilie prepared thirty-four palace attendants to serve her.
From attending to her personally to carrying sedan chairs, everything was well provided.
At this moment, Bai Zhi'er sat at a table, looking at the sixteen plates of exquisite pastries laid out in front of her.
Her big, watery eyes blinked, wanting to taste each one.
Bai Xilie had gone to the Imperial Study Room with the ministers to discuss matters. Upon waking up, the little one discovered that the hall was filled with many beautiful elder sisters!
The leading one was named Qingmei, about fifteen years old, looking delicate and clever.
She was arranged by the Imperial Affairs Bureau to be Bai Zhi'er's personal palace servant.
"Your Highness the Princess, these were all made by this humble servant, please try them and tell me which you like. I will make them for you every day henceforth."
Qingmei looked at Bai Zhi'er's exquisitely adorable little face, her eyes smiled into crescent moons.
The Princess was truly tender and lovable, like a delicate white puff, making one want to hold her in embrace.
"Sister Qingmei," Bai Zhi'er sweetly spoke: "You have such great skill!"
She picked up a piece of jujube cake, took a bite, and squinted her watery eyes in satisfaction.
Much better than the Immortal Wind Jade Dew mother gave her to drink every time!
Seeing her little face bulging with delight, Qingmei's smile deepened: "As long as the Princess likes it, here, there's more."
She held a tray of pastries with both hands. The pastries Bai Zhi'er finished were taken away by someone, and those she hadn't eaten yet were placed in front of her again.