"Who told you not to listen." Feng Fuce replied coldly.
"I’m just cuddling!" The little one would never concede!
In the end, when the carriage was almost at the palace gate.
Bai Zhi’er suddenly scratched her head, "Brother Fu Ce, did we forget something?"
Feng Fuce carried the little one out of the carriage, his sleeve showing a large wet stain.
His expression was gloomy, as if displeased.
"Forget what? Not important."
He intended to send this mischievous little one back to Ruizhu Palace right away.
Chu Ping exited from the back door of Prince Kang’s Mansion.
Looking at the empty street.
"Could it be... the Marquis and the Princess left without waiting for me!?"
He felt utterly powerless.
The timing of Bai Zhi’er’s return was just right.
Qingmei, seeing her come back, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After sending her off, Feng Fuce turned and left with a stern face.
Bai Zhi’er felt much happier.