Her fair little face, tender and delicate, looked so soft.
Bai Zhi’er asked in a gentle voice, "You’re not Sister Qingmei, and you won’t let me see you, so can you tell me who you are?"
Her other small hand was held by the other person.
A cool fingertip was writing and drawing on her palm.
Bai Zhi’er felt carefully, it seemed like the person wrote—
The little one blinked.
Could it be that this person is mute?
As she thought, she peeled away the thin skin of the orange.
As a piece of orange was put into her mouth, the juicy pulp burst with sweet flavor between her lips and teeth.
Because it was previously wrapped in snow dust, it tasted even sweeter now, with a trace of coolness!
Bai Zhi’er shivered, her little teeth chattering from the chill.
Her plump little face shivered slightly too.
"Phew... so cold, but really sweet!" She marveled after swallowing.
After saying this, Bai Zhi’er clearly felt the other person let out a light quiet laugh.
The sound was particularly pleasant, like the chilling spring water in the cold winter days which would make the red plum blossom.
It must be a little eunuch taking care of the orange trees!
Bai Zhi’er remembered, there were no orange trees in the Imperial Garden.
So, she must have wandered into an unfamiliar place.
The little one broke the orange in her hand in half, holding a large piece and extending it out.
"Let’s eat together!"
Feng Fuce lowered his indifferent and proud eyes, looking at her delicate fingertips, and after a moment, took the orange.
"Where is this place?" Bai Zhi’er asked softly after seeing the other person accept her offering.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, looking at this quirky little thing.
She’s so young and already knows to offer some benefits to ask questions.
Feng Fuce smiled, then lifted her hand again and wrote two words on the soft palm—
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes, pouting as she pondered.
She hadn’t heard of this place before.
However, her home was so big, with many places she hadn’t visited yet.
Thinking of this, she ate another piece of orange, shivering her little face again from the cold.
Though cold, the orange was sweet, and she liked to eat it.
After finishing the few pieces in her hand.
Bai Zhi’er, in high spirits, said softly, "I heard Sister Qingmei say that every plant in the palace belongs to my father."
"What you picked today, I’ll keep it a secret for you! But as a trade, next time I come, you’ll pick some oranges for me again, okay?"
The person tapped twice on her palm, and Bai Zhi’er guessed this meant agreement.
Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help but be happy.
This was her first friend in the palace!
With a cheerful tone of naive delight, she said, "I’m Bai Zhi’er. What’s your name?"
This time, the person did not reply, only holding her wrist gently, leading her forward.
Bai Zhi’er followed him, her voice lively like a little bird.
"I don’t know how I came; next time, can the sister palace maid bring me here?"
The person wrote "Not Allowed" in her palm.
Bai Zhi’er was a bit disappointed.
But she thought again, surely the little eunuch brother didn’t want anyone to find out he was shirking his duties.
The chiefs in the palace were very strict, like that Si Zheng, maybe he was afraid of getting scolded.
Bai Zhi’er tilted her little head: "Then how can I come when I want oranges?"
Feng Fuce wrote the words "Blindfold, Stone Forest, Wait" in her hand.
He feared the little one might not recognize all the characters, so he kept it simple.
In her heart, Bai Zhi’er thought.
This little eunuch brother probably hasn’t studied much either, can’t even complete a sentence, so pitiful!