Feng Fuce’s gaze darkened.
He stood up and walked briskly towards the stone forest, alone.
Sure enough, by the time he arrived, Bai Zhi’er had already gone back.
But where she usually stood, there was a small bulging handkerchief.
Feng Fuce went over, picked it up and opened it.
The handkerchief contained two pastries shaped like oranges.
They were exactly the pastries he’d helped Bai Zhi’er buy that day.
He remembered how the little one had guarded them tightly, saying she wanted to save them for a friend.
Feng Fuce lowered his head and took a bite.
In the cold winter night, he surprisingly tasted a bit of sweetness.
After a moment, Feng Fuce turned around, a sharp coldness in his gaze.
Returning to the Xiuluo Guard, he immediately called for Chu Ping.
"Gather some people, wear night attire, we’re going out for a while."
Chu Ping, upon hearing this, knew there was a task to undertake!
He immediately put down the pastries: "As you command!"
Bai Zhi’er woke up early.
Bai Xilie rarely had the chance to have a meal with his daughter before attending court.
"Yesterday, father was busy and hadn’t had the chance to ask, how do you feel about going to Mingyang Academy, Zhi’er?"
Bai Zhi’er took a sip of rice porridge, then lifted her big, bright eyes.
"Father, if the teacher asks you to come to the academy, would you think it’s because I’ve done something wrong?"
Bai Xilie’s smiling brows immediately furrowed.
"The teacher asked father to go to the academy?"
He chuckled: "Zhi’er is so well-behaved, it surely isn’t because of you."
Bai Zhi’er then explained everything to Bai Xilie about her visit to the academy, hiding her identity, and all the events she encountered afterward.
Halfway through her story, a crisp "crack" was heard!
The spoon handle in Bai Xilie’s large hand unexpectedly broke!
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes: "Father?"
Bai Xilie returned to his senses, the irritability in his handsome, dark eyes fleetingly dissipating.
He smiled and patted his daughter’s little head.
"It seems that this Master surely wants to discuss his ideas with father."
"Zhi’er, don’t worry. Tomorrow, once court is over, father will go with you to Mingyang Academy."
Bai Zhi’er obediently nodded: "I love father~"
Bai Xilie’s heart felt softened.
He gently pinched the little one’s cheek: "Father loves Zhi’er too."
Therefore, he needed to see which troublesome idiots were bullying his daughter!
After Bai Xilie left.
The little one asked Qingmei to call for a carriage.
Having not visited her uncle Xu Lianzhou for several days, Bai Zhi’er wondered how his health was recovering!
The Princess set out low-key, only bringing Qingmei and four guards in plain clothes.
However, as soon as the carriage left the imperial palace, it was stopped by someone.
Qingmei pulled aside the curtain for a look outside and frowned.
She reported: "It’s Historian Wang, who previously spoke ill of the Princess during the smallpox outbreak."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long eyelashes: "Oh~ I remember him. Go ask him what’s the matter!"
Qingmei then stepped off the carriage on behalf of the little one.
She walked over to Historian Wang: "Lord Wang, our Princess is out on business, unless you have something urgent to say, please make way."
Qingmei showed no friendliness to those who had wronged the Princess.
However, Historian Wang was very respectful, bowing repeatedly.
"Miss Qingmei, last time I mentioned wanting to apologize to the Princess, so I compiled the account of the Princess’s heroism in saving people into a historical record."
He retrieved a thin sheet of paper from his sleeve.
Covered in dense writing.
"The draft is complete, and I wish to seek approval from the Princess."
Qingmei glanced at it, furrowing her brows: "I will ask the Princess if she wants to see it."
However, as she turned around, she saw Bai Zhi’er’s small hand lifting the curtain, revealing her cute round face.
"Uncle Historian, I’m busy today, and don’t have time. Let’s skip it for now!"