The little one nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I’ll come to play with you again in a few days!"
At some point, the other party had already let go of her small hand.
Bai Zhi’er tried to take a step forward, feeling the silver bell chime, echoing in the narrow space.
"Brother Juzi?" she called out in her babyish voice.
Instead, Qingmei’s anxious voice called out, growing closer—
"Princess! Your Highness! Where are you?"
A group of palace attendants behind helped in the search.
Qingmei was extremely worried, her face looking quite unpleasant.
It was all her fault for being careless; she shouldn’t have played hide and seek with the Princess.
Now the Princess was probably lost in the Imperial Garden!
What Qingmei feared most was the garden full of artificial hills and rocks, with plenty of ponds and lakes!
She was afraid the Princess might have fallen somewhere.
Bai Zhi’er used her small hand to remove the blindfold from her eyes.
She found herself standing in a crevice of a stone forest.
She shouted loudly, "Sister Qingmei, I’m here!"
Soon, a relieved Qingmei, having heard the voice, came over with the palace attendants.
Upon seeing Bai Zhi’er safe and unharmed, Qingmei let out a heavy sigh of relief.
She quickly stepped forward and tightly held the little one’s hand.
"Your Highness, it’s all my fault, I almost lost you. Let’s not play dangerous games again. Were you scared?"
As Qingmei spoke, she didn’t blame, instead, her eyes were full of concern.
The little one smiled brilliantly, revealing a set of white little teeth, making her dark eyes even more lively.
"Not scared, I just couldn’t find you guys, hiding and playing, forgot how to get out!"
As for the matter with Brother Juzi, it must be kept secret!
She patted Qingmei’s hand with her small hand, looking up with her fair and tender little face: "Sister Qingmei, don’t worry, don’t worry."
As long as the Princess is safe, it’s fine.
Qingmei held her hand as they walked back: "Your Highness must be tired, let me carry you."
After picking up Bai Zhi’er, she glanced sideways and noticed a suspicious orange mark near the little one’s pink lips.
Qingmei gently rubbed it with her finger, and the mark disappeared.
Perhaps it had been mistakenly brushed somewhere.
Qingmei didn’t think much of it.
At night, Bai Xilie accompanied Bai Zhi’er for dinner.
Father and daughter leaned against each other, sitting in front of the table.
Bai Xilie was teaching his daughter how to write her name.
Looking at the paper, seeing her father’s elegant cursive strokes of his three-character name.
Bai Zhi’er’s chubby little face, with black flickering eyes, appeared lively.
She sighed like a little adult.
"Luckily, Zhi’er is learned, otherwise, for ordinary people to read your handwriting, it would be quite difficult!"
Bai Xilie was taken aback, his handsome dark eyebrows raised, and a smile appeared on his determined and handsome face.
"I didn’t expect Zhi’er to know so much at such a young age?"
"Because Mom teaches a lot!"
Bai Xilie became interested, a gleam of curiosity in his starry eyes with sword-like eyebrows: "What books does your mother show you every time?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes: "Heavenly Book"
Bai Xilie paused, his brows slightly knitted: "What...is that?"
The little one’s rosy face pouted: "An old book that records everything, older than ten Dad’s put together. When Mom is busy, she just throws the book to Zhi’er and lets me read it on my own."
Bai Xilie leaned back in his chair, understanding.
He contemplated deeply.
In terms of educating his daughter, his wife Jing Jia had already laid the foundation for Bai Zhi’er.
Now it was up to him, as her father, to make arrangements.
Bai Xilie, experiencing fatherhood for the first time, took education very seriously.
Although he himself had won the world with his fists.
But to be an Emperor and govern the country in the future, you can’t rely on fists alone.
Bai Xilie kept this matter in mind.
Tomorrow, he would carefully choose a teacher for his daughter.