Where did such a little girl come from?
The Xiuluo Guards immediately looked at Feng Fuce, waiting for him to decide.
Feng Fuce lifted his chin slightly.
Only then did the Xiuluo Guards cautiously step forward, planning to kick away the head obstructing their path near Bai Zhi’er.
However, at that moment, Bai Zhi’er’s little foot suddenly stumbled.
With a "thud," she fell onto the snowy ground.
She almost touched the blood-stained human head.
When her round little face lifted, both her nose tip and rosy cheeks were dusted with snow.
The Xiuluo Guards were momentarily stupefied.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow slightly, expecting the little toddler to burst into tears.
Yet Bai Zhi’er just sat there, looking like a helpless little bun.
"Upsy-daisy..." She spaced out for a moment before using her small hands to push herself up from the ground.
Bai Zhi’er patted her cheeks gently with her chubby little palms.
"Not hurting, not hurting. Daddy’s not here, if I cry, no one will comfort me, so just hold it in!"
Her words elicited a stifled laugh from one of the Xiuluo Guards to the left.
Though the laugh was low and quickly stopped, Bai Zhi’er still heard it.
"Huh? Sister Qingmei, I heard your voice!" The little one was excited and slowly walked in the direction of the sound with her tiny steps.
Feng Fuce narrowed his eyes, counting her steps.
If Bai Zhi’er took seven more steps, she would definitely tread on the corpse.
The splattered blood from before required fewer than seven steps to encounter.
Bai Zhi’er caught an unusual scent in the air.
She had never experienced anything bloody, only finding this smell particularly unpleasant.
The little one’s slender eyebrows furrowed.
"Sister Qingmei?" Her baby voice carried a hint of confusion.
Feng Fuce gave no order, so naturally, the Xiuluo Guards did not intervene.
They watched wide-eyed as Bai Zhi’er stepped closer and closer, about to step on the dead palace Servant’s body.
If she accidentally tripped and touched the diseased body, it would be disastrous for the little toddler.
Bai Zhi’er remained unaware.
In the courtyard draped in silver, with a body separated from its head in the pool of blood, there was also an effortlessly charming little intruder who even with her eyes covered, stood out.
In Feng Fuce’s eyes, such a scene carried a distinct sense of amusement.
Suddenly, it seemed Bai Zhi’er stepped on something hard.
It was the hilt of a long sword.
"Eh?" Bai Zhi’er hesitated, then bent down, reaching out her little hand wanting to touch and see what it was.
Before she could touch it, another cold hand gripped her five chubby little fingers.
Bai Zhi’er’s long lashes brushed against the cloth covering her eyes.
She asked sweetly, "Sister Qingmei, is that you?"
The other person did not respond but just gently held her hand, leading her to the side.
Bai Zhi’er followed bewilderedly.
The Xiuluo Guards watched as Feng Fuce led the little toddler to the rear courtyard.
They quickly and efficiently covered the body with a cloth prepared beforehand, then bagged it up without touching it directly.
Their movements were smooth and seamless.
By this time, Feng Fuce was already standing with Bai Zhi’er in the rear courtyard.
In the rear courtyard of the Xiuluo Guards, there were seven or eight orange trees, a stark contrast to the ruthless and cold style of the Brocade Robe Shura Envoys.
The oranges on the trees were of a reasonable size, vivid and full, looking really sweet.
But no one dared to pick them, knowing they were the Marquis’s orange trees.
At this moment, Feng Fuce released Bai Zhi’er’s hand.
The little one instinctively tried to remove the cloth from her eyes.
However, the other person once again stopped her movement.
Presently, a round, cold object was placed in her little hand.
Bai Zhi’er sniffed it with her little nose.
It was the fresh scent of an orange!
Her rosy lips curled up into a sweet smile, "For me to eat? Thank you!"