Zhi’er looked at the refined and polite Fourth Brother.
She blinked her long lashes and looked towards Feng Fuce.
The latter lowered his head, raising an eyebrow, watching her leisurely.
As if wanting to see how she planned to claim those two silver notes for herself.
Zhi’er’s lively eyes flickered a couple of times.
She turned her small face to look at the Fourth Heir Bai Daoyan.
"Fourth Brother, just now Brother Fu Ce agreed, he promised to let Zhi’er keep this silver note."
The three princely heirs present, Bai Yaoyu, Bai Daoyan, and Bai Fengqing, were all taken aback.
The Fifth Heir Bai Fengqing scratched his ear.
He had a look of disbelief and suspicion: "Did the Marquis speak just now? Is there something wrong with my ears?"
Zhi’er shook her little head.
On her chubby little face, she was completely serious, full of confidence.
"He told me with his eyes, he said yes."
Feng Fuce and the three brothers: ...
Bai Fengqing almost laughed out loud.
Isn’t this a forced explanation!
Zhi’er put the silver note into her sleeve.
She blinked her big eyes, sweetly and cutely saying: "Because Brother Fu Ce is not good with words, he’s a shy and introverted person."
"So I just said out loud what he was thinking, right, Brother Fu Ce?"
Zhi’er looked at Feng Fuce.
The latter stared at her soft, fair, and tender face.
He couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
Then, he reluctantly closed his eyes.
"Right." Feng Fuce chose to yield.
What’s the point of arguing with a child.
The Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu saw this and thought to himself that this Marquis Wan was sensible!
"Whatever my sister says goes," Bai Yaoyu said, "In that case, Fengqing, escort the Marquis for us."
This Evil Star has been lingering at home, making it hard for anyone to be at ease.
Feng Fuce’s cold eyes turned towards Bai Yaoyu, his expression much more indifferent and cold than before.
"If I leave, I’m taking the Princess with me," he said calmly.
His tone, however, allowed no objection or rebuttal.
Bai Yaoyu was also assertive: "We’ll naturally escort Zhi’er back to the palace. With today’s frequent incidents at the estate, I’m not comfortable letting Zhi’er leave with anyone."
But Zhi’er blinked her long lashes, her moist big eyes lively and pretty.
She had eaten her fill today, and what’s left should be Third Uncle and Third Aunt’s family matters.
So, the little one softly said: "Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, you should go keep Third Aunt company first!"
"Zhi’er can’t help with anything now, so I’m planning to go back to the palace first with Brother Fu Ce."
Bai Yaoyu was reluctant: "Sister, you’re leaving now? Will you come again tomorrow?"
Zhi’er pouted her little face in thought.
Previously, Father had said that he would make time to play with her tomorrow.
The little one regretfully shook her head: "I can’t come tomorrow, I have to take Father."
Saying this, she sighed in a mimicry fashion, like an adult taking care of a child, full of helplessness.
The Fourth Heir Bai Daoyan seeing this, couldn’t help but chuckle dotingly.
"It’s okay, anytime you want to come, just say the word, and I’ll have the gilded carriage come pick you up," he said.
The Fifth Heir Bai Fengqing was startled: "What? Fourth Brother, what gilded carriage, let me ride it!"
Bai Daoyan with a smiling expression pushed him away with a slap.
And instructed Zhi’er: "Sister, be careful on your way back."
The little one nodded, looking obedient and cute: "Goodbye, Brothers!"
"Right now, Third Aunt might not have regained her composure, so I won’t disturb her."
"Help me say goodbye!"
After saying this, Zhi’er called to Feng Fuce: "Let’s go!"
She took a few steps, suddenly turned her head, looking at Feng Fuce, and extended her small hand.
Feng Fuce paused with cold brows: "What do you mean?"
"Hold on to me! What if Zhi’er falls?" The little one said righteously.