Bai Zhi'er blinked her long, curled eyelashes, a look of reminiscence on her fair little face.
"Feng, Fu, Ce." She found this name very familiar!
For a moment she couldn't recall who it was, so the little one gave a bright smile, revealing a set of little white teeth.
"The things he sent are very nice, I like them! I'll pick something good and send it back later!"
Qingmei's face showed some difficulty, and she tried to suggest: "Princess... maybe we shouldn't reciprocate, it's only right for Marquis Wan to give you things."
Bai Zhi'er shook her head firmly, the flesh on her little face wobbled, like a delightful milk pudding.
"How could that be right, Mother said that reciprocating is what good children do!"
She waved her hand, gesturing for the other little eunuchs to leave.
Once only she and Bai Zhi'er remained, Qingmei said, "Princess, heed one of my pieces of advice, it's better not to get close to that Marquis Wan."
Bai Zhi'er was using her little foot to nudge a few sapphires on the ground.
Upon hearing this, she turned, her big eyes filled with confusion: "Why?"
Qingmei lowered her voice, as if speaking any louder would allow Feng Fuce to hear.
"That Marquis Wan, although favored by the Emperor, already had many lives on his hands by the age of eight!"
"He leads the Brocade Robe Shura Envoy, a group of hundreds specialized in killing those who disobey the Imperial Decree, everyone says he's possessed by a vengeful spirit, like an evil ghost from hell, coming specifically to claim lives!"
"Moreover, he has a cold and fierce personality, even indifferent and arrogant towards the Emperor, if it weren't for his extraordinary abilities, how could he possibly become a Marquis at just eight years old!"
Speaking of gossip made Qingmei lively with excitement, her eyes hinted at a hidden fear, as if she were truly terrified of Feng Fuce.
She exclaimed, "Marquis Wan, do you know what that means, Princess? A lord amongst ten thousand, under one! This title he wanted for himself, showing just how arrogant he is."
"So, unless necessary, let's not get close to him, a good sister from the Imperial Affairs Bureau told me that Marquis Wan has a scent of blood on him!"
"People in the palace steer clear of them when seen, no one wants to approach them for fear of saying something wrong and losing their life!"
The little princess, such a small sweet bundle, meeting such a human-like Evil God, it's like tofu crashing into the blade of a sword.
Qingmei couldn't bear to see the little one get bullied.
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi'er simply widened her bright round eyes with curiosity.
A tender, fair little face, filled with a desire to explore.
In a babyish voice, she asked, "But, if he does this, won't his family stop him?"
"Family?" Qingmei waved her hands repeatedly: "Marquis Wan was a child the Emperor dug out from a pile of corpses during his wars years ago, he's been an orphan for a long time!"
Bai Zhi'er lowered her lush long eyelashes: "He's so pitiful."
Qingmei thought she misheard.
Until the little one repeated it again, even sighing like a little adult.
"He and Zhi'er are the same, both forced to separate from their parents since young..."
Qingmei's heart softened, her gaze flickering as she looked at Bai Zhi'er.
If it weren't for their differing statuses, she would really want to hug the little princess tightly and comfort her thoroughly!
This pitifully adorable little one, how can she be so endearing!
Bai Zhi'er poked at the wings of the wooden butterfly with her chubby little finger again.
The wooden butterfly flapped its wings, once more flying around in a circle in the air.
The reflection of the wooden butterfly spinning was caught in the little one's clear eyes.
Feng Fuce must be a very handy little brother!