Bai Zhi’er finished the confections and took a few sips of flower tea.
She patted her small belly and leaned against the carriage wall, letting out a satisfied little hum in her childish voice.
Brother Fu Ce is really nice!
The confections he eats are surprisingly similar to the flavors she likes!
I’ll have to come to his carriage to eat next time!
Thinking this, Bai Zhi’er showed a sweet smile on her soft, fair little face.
She eagerly asked, "Recently, how’s the investigation going on with the spy in Third Uncle’s household?"
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows.
"Prince Kang only remembers that one of the people he dined with was the Third Master of Mingyang Academy. As for the others, he doesn’t recall."
"I asked the Third Master last time, and he too didn’t know the names of the people at the table."
Bai Zhi’er pouted, "That’s so strange, having a meal together and not knowing who you’re eating with?"
The little girl crossed her arms, her round little face showing a thoughtful expression.
"Brother Fu Ce, he’s not lying, is he? In Mingyang Academy, with important people coming and going, as the Third Master, dealing with noble families daily, how could he not know?"
Feng Fuce saw her serious analysis and couldn’t help but flash a hint of a smile in his eyes, but quickly hid it.
He nodded, "He’s indeed lying, and since it’s a lie, it shows he’s guilty."
"So I’ve got people keeping an eye on him and that Master to see who they report to. I believe it won’t take long to find out."
Saying this, Feng Fuce leisurely looked at the little girl.
"I heard you’re studying at Mingyang Academy recently. Last time I saw you coming out of school, you didn’t seem too happy."
"What’s up, did you have an argument with someone?" he asked knowingly.
Bai Zhi’er immediately explained to him in her soft, sweet voice.
She also included how she hid her identity and encountered some unfair experiences at Mingyang Academy.
As Feng Fuce listened, his fingertip on his knee tapped rhythmically.
It turned out she was bullied.
Bai Zhi’er’s little voice was full of cuteness and innocence.
"So that’s why last time when I saw Brother Fu Ce, there were too many people around, I didn’t say hi!"
"Later, I wanted to ask Third Brother’s guard to tell you, but Brother Fu Ce had already left."
The little remaining displeasure in Feng Fuce’s heart was dispelled at this moment.
He pursed his thin lips and said nonchalantly, "I had urgent matters last time, so I left first."
"So tomorrow, when Master asks you to call your family, have you told the Emperor?"
Feng Fuce’s deep black eyes looked at Bai Zhi’er, appearing even darker like ink.
"If you haven’t, I can accompany you. The Xiuluo Guard’s notorious reputation, after seeing them once, the Master should not dare trouble you again."
Bai Zhi’er waved her little hand, looking quite indifferent.
In a soft voice, she said, "I’ve already told Daddy! Daddy said he’d communicate properly with those bad guys and reason with them!"
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows slightly without replying.
The Emperor reasoning?
Bai Xilie’s method of communication is only one —
The carriage quickly arrived at the Wang Family.
Before getting off, Bai Zhi’er put her veil back on.
When Feng Fuce’s gaze fell on her body,
the little girl softly explained, "There are a few bad young masters from the Wang Family also studying at Mingyang Academy, to avoid being recognized, I’ll keep it on."
After speaking, she stretched out her small hand, "Brother Fu Ce, hold my hand!"
Feng Fuce paused for a moment, then reached out and wrapped the little girl’s chubby hand in his palm.