On the way back to the palace.
The carriage rolled over the cobblestone road.
Feng Fuce lowered his eyes, looking at the little one beside him.
Bai Zhi’er looked at her two sauce-stained hands, her chubby little face full of distress.
Unable to wash it off, so sticky!
She sneakily glanced at the hem of Feng Fuce’s clothing beside her.
Should she secretly wipe it on Brother Ce?
Feng Fuce read a hint of the little one’s intention from her lively, mischievous expression.
He immediately instructed the coachman outside, "Stop by the side."
Only a "whoa" was heard, and the carriage came to a stop.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her clear black eyes, "Brother Ce, are you getting off?"
"We’re both getting off." He took the little one’s wrist and led her out.
Bai Zhi’er stepped with her little feet, innocently following him.
The carriage stopped by an open viewing pond.
Walk a little further, and you reach the bustling shopping street.
Feng Fuce led Bai Zhi’er to the edge of the pond, saying softly, "Go wash it off."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes twice, hesitantly looking at the pond water.
She looked up and said pitifully, "It will be cold~"
He looked into Bai Zhi’er’s eyes, and eventually, Feng Fuce took out his own handkerchief.
After wetting it with pond water, he squatted down, and Bai Zhi’er immediately obediently stretched out her hands.
Feng Fuce wiped her palms.
In a cool tone, he asked, "Did Prince Kang not take good care of you? Eating with such dirty hands, and he didn’t care?"
Bai Zhi’er’s little face was tender, with a hint of playful pink.
Her voice was soft and clear, "Not at all! Third Uncle and Third Auntie are very good to me!"
"But Second Aunt suddenly had a miscarriage, it happened suddenly, I was still gnawing on a chicken leg, and I hurried over with Third Auntie."
Saying this, Bai Zhi’er suddenly widened her spiritual eyes.
"I forgot half of the chicken leg I was eating!"
She looked down at her little belly with grievance, "No wonder I feel hungry."
Feng Fuce chuckled, "Then just stay hungry. When we return to the palace, someone else will prepare something for you to eat."
Bai Zhi’er wouldn’t listen.
"Sister Qingmei said, I’m growing, and I can’t go hungry."
The little one thought for a moment and revealed a sweet smile.
"Today Fourth Brother gave a lot of money, I invite Brother Ce to go to the street ahead and have a good meal!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, looking up at the little one in front of him.
His tone carried a hint of teasing, "That silver note, didn’t you say you’d hold it for me first? Now you want to spend it yourself this quickly?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her eyes, "Then let’s pretend it’s Brother Ce treating me!"
Feng Fuce paused, staring at the little one in front of him.
How could she say this so confidently?
Bai Zhi’er’s little hands were cleaned.
She grabbed Feng Fuce’s sleeve and gently shook it.
Her chubby, soft little body swayed twice with it.
"Brother Ce, do you agree?" she asked, her little mouth pouting as she looked at him eagerly.
Feng Fuce took a deep breath, his eyes cold but with a hint of helplessness.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were back to their usual indifference.
"Let’s go." He stepped forward, heading toward the direction of the shopping street.
Bai Zhi’er saw he agreed and immediately joyfully extended her little hand, running from behind to actively hold his hand.
Feng Fuce was stunned, looking down at her.
The little one was as excited as a bouncing little rabbit.
"Hold on, not afraid of falling~ Plus, my hands are clean!"
Feng Fuce knew he couldn’t win against her, so he simply fell silent.