After the evening meal.
Bai Zhi’er saw off Bai Xilie, who still needed to review documents.
Not long after, Feng Fuce’s black boots stepped into the courtyard of Ruizhu Palace.
As soon as he entered, he saw Bai Zhi’er already dressed neatly in a royal blue cloak, standing at the hall entrance, eagerly awaiting.
The bright light from the hall behind her cast a warm glow over her small figure.
As Bai Zhi’er spotted Feng Fuce’s figure, she immediately stood on tiptoe, happily waved her hand.
She lifted her skirt and ran down the steps, with Qingmei hastily following.
"Brother Fu Ce, let’s go quickly! We can’t take too long; daddy will return after reviewing documents for just an hour!"
Bai Zhi’er extended her small hand, directly grabbing one of his fingers.
Qingmei ran up to Feng Fuce and handed him a palm-sized oil paper package.
"Marquis, this has milk cake inside. If Princess gets hungry, please give it to her."
Feng Fuce curled his brows slightly, seeing Qingmei watching him, as if asking him to take it.
He glanced down at the little dumpling-like creature beside him.
Bai Zhi’er was also blinking her big, bright eyes, looking at him.
Was he being treated as a child caretaker?
Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips tightly.
He reached out to take the oil paper package.
After that, one of his hands was held by the little creature, while the other had to carry her milk cake.
With a grim look in his eyes, Feng Fuce led Bai Zhi’er away.
Qingmei stayed behind to cover for them, so she didn’t follow along.
She worriedly watched Bai Zhi’er’s playful and happy little back.
The Marquis looked so stern, could Princess really adapt?
If they argued, would the Marquis hit the child!
Qingmei returned anxiously.
As they approached the Imperial City Gate, Bai Zhi’er noticed a discreet carriage parked in the night.
Chu Ping stood guard by the carriage, and upon seeing Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er approaching, he quickly ran over smiling.
"Take this." Feng Fuce handed over the oil paper package to Chu Ping right away.
Chu Ping first bowed to Bai Zhi’er, then smiled like a blooming flower.
"Princess, please get in the carriage!"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her pretty round eyes, "Brother Chu Ping, thank you for waiting so long for us."
Chu Ping was overjoyed.
The Princess was indeed incredibly adorable!
Big eyes, a soft round little face, along with her cute expressions while speaking.
It was really irresistible!
Chu Ping immediately bowed, "Being able to serve the Princess is a blessing I’ve earned over three lifetimes!"
He reached out his hand, wanting to help Bai Zhi’er onto the carriage.
However, just as he raised his arm, his peripheral vision caught sight of Feng Fuce’s cold expression.
Chu Ping’s hand made a sharp turn in mid-air and returned behind him.
Feng Fuce asked coldly, "Where’s the stool I asked you to prepare?"
Chu Ping wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes shifty, avoiding eye contact with Feng Fuce.
"I forgot to bring it..." Chu Ping said cautiously, "Wasn’t interrogating a prisoner just now, so in a hurry after leaving the Xiuluo Guard and..."
Feng Fuce breathed deeply, "Go back and get it."
Just then, Bai Zhi’er’s soft voice sounded, "Don’t be so troublesome, we don’t have much time!"
After saying this, she tugged on Feng Fuce’s sleeve.
Feng Fuce looked down and saw Bai Zhi’er with her small arms stretched out.
Her big eyes blinked at him.
He slightly raised his eyebrows, "What?"
"Carry." The little one ordered crisply.
No stool? Then carry her up!
The mischievous brother was really a fool!
Feng Fuce paused, slightly unfamiliar.
Before Chu Ping could come up to offer his help.
Feng Fuce bent over, scooped up Bai Zhi’er’s small body.
He swiftly carried her onto the carriage, then released her.