When Bai Zhi’er woke up, she rubbed her misty big eyes and sat up.
The little one called out in a babyish voice, "Sister Qingmei~ dressing up~"
Qingmei, who was outside, quickly walked in.
"The Princess is awake!" Today, Qingmei’s tone was noticeably nervous.
Unlike usual, when Bai Zhi’er woke up, she would always come running in with a smile.
The little one looked at Qingmei, frowning with her willow leaf eyebrows.
Her watery big eyes blinked a couple of times: "Sister Qingmei, what’s going on!"
After Qingmei helped Bai Zhi’er get dressed, she said with a complicated expression, "Princess, Marquis Wan has arrived and is standing just outside the corridor!"
Upon hearing this, the little one immediately slipped on her shoes and dashed outside.
Just as she was about to reach the hall entrance, through the half-open door, she saw Feng Fuce standing with his back to her in the corridor.
His back was straight, and his figure was tall and cool.
A mischievous idea sprang up in Bai Zhi’er’s mind!
She silently chuckled to herself.
She immediately stopped her little feet, stealthily hid behind the half door nearby.
Planning to jump out at the right moment and give him a good scare!
Bai Zhi’er hid her little body, her small bottom wiggling slightly, like a kitten ready to pounce!
Suddenly, she heard Feng Fuce speak without turning his head, "Later when we go out, let’s buy Frost Sugar Cakes from the shop."
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi’er popped her little head out with a "whoosh."
She blinked her curious big eyes, her small face round and fair: "How do you know I like Frost Sugar Cakes!"
Only then did Feng Fuce turn slightly, looking at her with an amused expression.
The light of the day cast a gentle glow over his youthful and handsome features.
Accentuating the raven black of his brows that touched his temples.
His eyes held a hint of a smile.
"I know everything." Feng Fuce raised his chin slightly, "I thought you were going to sleep until evening, if we don’t leave the palace soon, the shop will be closed."
Bai Zhi’er immediately pattered up to him, "Let’s go now!"
Bai Xilie had sent two plainclothes Imperial Guard officers to accompany them.
Qingmei also accompanied Bai Zhi’er out of the palace.
Nobody expected that Feng Fuce’s driver today was that chatterbox Chu Ping.
Qingmei and he sat together on the driver’s seat outside.
Listening to Chu Ping introduces, "Qingmei, look over there, that used to be my family’s restaurant, but later my father said the feng shui was bad, and he sold it off!"
"Look to the right, that row of houses, they used to be on my family’s land deeds."
"Last year, to accumulate blessings for my sick grandmother, my mother sold all those land deeds cheaply to poor families, practically giving them away!"
Qingmei was both afraid and wary of the Xiuluo Guard people.
Wishing she could be as far away from them as possible.
But this Chu Ping was overly friendly!
Her ears were almost forming calluses from his chatter.
So she couldn’t help but say, "Since you’re a wealthy young master, why do you join the Xiuluo Guard to do such work, deadly and unblinking?"
"Work?" Chu Ping’s voice rose slightly, "It’s so much fun, not work at all, besides, the Marquis treats us really well!"
"Think about it, walking in the Capital, commanding respect from all sides, who dares to provoke us Xiuluo Guards?"
Qingmei never expected that Chu Ping stayed in the Xiuluo Guard just for fun!
These young masters certainly have bizarre hobbies beyond her imagination!
She shrank her neck, turned her head to the side, and no longer responded to Chu Ping’s chatter.
Inside the carriage, Feng Fuce lowered his head, leisurely watching as Bai Zhi’er held her own little wallet.
"Brother Fu Ce, later, can you first accompany me to that uh... what’s it called again, Yuyu Building’s bank!"