Feng Fuce glanced at the orange grove.
Then looked at Bai Zhi’er obediently waiting.
He ultimately didn’t ask to eat another orange.
Bai Zhi’er felt a cold, slender hand grasp her chubby fingertips.
Following Brother Ju Zi, she was never afraid of falling, nor was she afraid of getting lost!
The little one’s steps were light.
"Brother Juzi, why do you have a bit of callus on your palm?"
Feng Fuce lowered his cold gaze, looking at the little one beside him.
Unknowingly, she had lightly scraped his palm with her little finger.
The thin callus was naturally due to martial practice.
However, he hadn’t answered yet.
Bai Zhi’er softly said, "It must be because you work too hard!"
"If one day, you get tired and don’t want to look after the Orange Garden anymore, you can tell me, and I’ll transfer you to Ruizhu Palace."
"Right now, Ruizhu Palace still needs a little eunuch!"
Feng Fuce’s face darkened.
Can’t she forget that eunuch identity!
Bai Zhi’er felt that the person holding her suddenly released her hand.
After a few rustling noises, there was no sound around.
She removed her handkerchief.
Found herself standing alone in the stone forest.
Brother Juzi had long since vanished.
The little one was used to his coming and going freely.
Her steps were light and brisk as she walked out; Qingmei had been waiting outside for a long time.
Seeing Bai Zhi’er come out, Qingmei’s anxious heart finally settled.
"Princess, this stone forest is quite deep. If you want to find a place to daydream next time, I can lead you to the Imperial Garden in the palace, where the plum blossoms are blooming beautifully right now."
Bai Zhi’er obediently blinked her long lashes: "I like it here, and I’m familiar with it, won’t get lost. Don’t worry, Sister Qingmei!"
Qingmei hesitated to speak.
How could she not worry?
Everyone in the palace knew.
At the end of this stone forest, there was a back door to the Brocade Armor Shura Guard!
Returning to Ruizhu Palace, Bai Zhi’er took a nap.
After playing all day, the little one was very tired.
When she woke up, it was dusk, and the cold wind was blowing.
She yawned, her small face rosy, her big and bright eyes misty and moist.
Bai Zhi’er sat by the table, waiting for the Palace Attendant to bring dinner.
In a little while, her father would come to accompany her for dinner!
At this moment, Qingmei entered from outside: "Princess, let’s serve dinner first. The Emperor sent someone to say he can’t come for a while, and you should eat first, don’t go hungry."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes: "Did father encounter something tricky?"
Qingmei said: "I heard that the Chief of the Secretariat, Yu Zhun, instructed the assassination of Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Zheng Jin, and he was captured."
"But the land deed that could convict him was burned at the Yu Family’s estate."
Bai Zhi’er opened her round black eyes: "Burned!?"
Qingmei nodded, frowning: "Yes, it seems the burning was quite severe, inside and out turned to scorched earth wasteland."
Bai Zhi’er quickly jumped off the chair.
She was ready to run outside with small steps.
"I must go see my father to understand the situation!"
She promised Yu Zhun to help save his family’s lives.
If someone set fire to Yu Mansion, it’s very likely everyone in the Yu Family was dead!
Qingmei saw her heading out and quickly went to the inner hall to fetch Bai Zhi’er’s little cloak.
"Princess, wait! Put this on before leaving, it’s too cold with the night wind."
"Eh?" Qingmei suddenly felt puzzled: "Why is there a paper weighed down by a stone on the windowsill?"
Bai Zhi’er’s steps stopped, her round little face full of confusion.
She turned around, only to hear Qingmei fall silent for a moment.
Suddenly she raised her voice: "Princess! This is the land deed! It’s the land deed that Zheng Jin used to bribe Yu Huai!"