Fang Wushen looked at her petite and adorable appearance.
He couldn’t help but say, "Does your family also live in Prince Kang’s Mansion? Are you going back with the Third Young Master? If not, my sister and I can take you."
Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Brother Wushen, but I’m going home with the Th... Third Young Master!"
Having said that, she waved her little hand at Fang Youzhen, "Big Sister, I’m heading home, see you the day after tomorrow."
Bai Zhi’er hummed a tuneless melody and ran away with a pitter-patter.
Fang Youzhen threw the book basket to her brother, "Carry it, we’re going home too."
Fang Wushen furrowed his brows and caught up with her, "Sis! Father is having dinner with the Master tomorrow."
"But the Master’s character is evidently poor! Should we tell Father, and let him ignore this Master?"
"Teaching and educating people, yet he can’t even conduct himself properly, humph!"
Fang Youzhen glanced at him sideways, "With Father’s temper, if you meddle in his affairs, you’ll get a spanking right away!"
"I won’t hold him back for you then."
Fang Wushen thought of his father’s hot temper.
He silently shrank his neck.
He mumbled, "I’m just standing up for Little Jing."
"Her family background is not good, just like us, her mother passed away early. But she’s not as lucky as us, our father is at least a General, no one bullies us."
"But she’s different, sis, you saw her today, so many people bullied her because of her poor family background."
At this point, Fang Wushen cursed vehemently, "These snobs!"
Fang Youzhen watched Bai Zhi’er’s bouncing figure ahead.
She was carefree, because of her young age, perhaps she didn’t know the hardships of the human world yet.
Fang Youzhen pressed her lips, feeling some pity in her heart.
"I’ll think of a way." She said.
Up front, Bai Zhi’er slowed her little feet as she ran.
Because she saw, at the entrance of Mingyang Academy, Feng Fuce’s carriage was not far away.
At this moment, Feng Fuce was lifting the curtain with his long fingers, leisurely watching her with cold eyes.
That gaze seemed to have locked onto her, waiting for Bai Zhi’er to step forward and greet him.
Chu Ping was waving his arms happily beside the carriage.
However, all around were students leaving the academy, ready to go home.
They too saw Feng Fuce’s carriage.
And began whispering —
"Why has the Evil Star Marquis Wan come? Isn’t someone going to die in our academy?"
"So terrifying, look at that Xiu Luo Envoy by the carriage, he’s even waving to us."
"Let’s go quickly, don’t get involved, or we’ll lose our lives!"
Bai Zhi’er really wanted to go over and greet them.
But now, she was pretending to be a Princess.
How could a guest’s child be on good terms with the Xiuluo Guard’s Marquis Wan?
Bai Zhi’er stepped with her heavy little feet, lowered her head, and silently ran to the side, towards Prince Kang’s Mansion’s carriage.
With the guard’s help, she slipped into the carriage and never poked her head out again.
She was like a small bun fleeing in panic.
Chu Ping’s smile froze on his face.
He scratched his head in confusion, "Why is the Princess ignoring us?"
Feng Fuce’s previously relaxed and lazy expression turned dark and brooding.
His cold brows, shrouded in mist, let his entire face fall into a kind of self-mocking coldness.
"Why else? Didn’t you hear, those people called us Evil Stars." Feng Fuce scoffed.
He lowered his eyes, dropping the curtain, "She’s afraid of us now."
Chu Ping still refused to believe, "The Princess isn’t like that."
Feng Fuce’s detached voice came from within the carriage —
"Drive, don’t wait anymore."
Perhaps, he has become a terrifying presence that she needs to rid herself of.