Because Bai Zhi’er wants to conceal her identity.
Therefore, Feng Fuce sent a visiting card in his own name.
The housekeeper of the Wang Family quickly came out to greet them, looking anxious and uneasy.
"I didn’t know the Marquis was coming, apologies for not welcoming you sooner."
The housekeeper continually bowed and apologized: "Our Old Master and Second Old Master are currently attending court at the palace. If there is anything, the Marquis can tell me, and I will convey the message on your behalf."
Feng Fuce led Bai Zhi’er inside.
He replied indifferently, "No need to convey anything; I came here specifically looking for your Second Old Master Wang. I will wait for him here at your mansion."
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper felt a shudder in his heart.
He dared not say much more and led Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er to the front hall, serving them good tea and snacks.
Feng Fuce’s reputation for being ruthless and heartless was known by all.
When he sat in the hall, the servants of the Wang Family seldom approached.
It was always the housekeeper of this mansion running back and forth.
The Wang Family presented several meticulously prepared pastries.
One of them had a soft white exterior, subtly filled with a plump bean paste core, styled like a plum-shaped sweet cake, dusted with a layer of white sugar frosting.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big, bright eyes.
Hmm... I really want to taste it.
Though, the little one sat upright, properly wearing her veil.
The Wang Family’s housekeeper occasionally cast curious glances at her.
What identity could this little girl accompanying the Marquis Wan have?
With others watching, Bai Zhi’er was embarrassed to eat.
At this moment, Feng Fuce, sitting beside her, suddenly put down his teacup and stood up.
He walked a few steps forward, looking at the scroll hanging on the wall in the hall.
The housekeeper quickly approached, his face showing an ingratiating smile: "These scrolls were collected by our Old Master from friends. Is the Marquis also interested in calligraphy and paintings?"
"No," Feng Fuce replied coldly, speaking straightforwardly: "They look like works by Vice Minister Wei of the Ministry of Public Works."
The housekeeper was surprised. These paintings had no signature, yet the Marquis Wan recognized them at a glance!
"The Marquis has good eyesight. These few pieces of ’Four Scenic Views of Mountains and Rivers’ are indeed Master Wei’s masterpieces."
Feng Fuce chuckled lightly, his tone cold: "It seems Lord Wang has quite a private friendship with Vice Minister Wei?"
The housekeeper’s eyes briefly flickered with complexity, but he only nodded, not daring to say more.
At this time, Feng Fuce slightly turned his head, using the corner of his eye to glance at Bai Zhi’er.
Sure enough, the little one took advantage of their conversation time to quietly lift her veil, and then stuffed two pieces of soft bean paste into her mouth.
Under the veil now, one can see her round little face moving.
Her eyes were bright and lively.
It seemed she really liked the taste.
It wasn’t in vain that he just stood up to help divert others’ attention.
Feng Fuce lowered his eyes, suppressing a subtle, unnoticed smile.
When he raised his head again, there was once more a cold, distant chill like snow between his handsome brows.
It wasn’t long before Historian Wang returned from court.
The Wang Family’s Old Master didn’t accompany him.
When Historian Wang heard that Marquis Wan had come, his expression instantly became grave!
He hurriedly walked to the hall and was the first to speak: "Marquis, please forgive me, I did not know you were coming, apologies for not welcoming you sooner!"
Historian Wang directly froze upon clearly seeing that charming little figure sitting in the hall.
Why has the Princess come too?
"Prin..." Historian Wang was about to pay his respects.
But Feng Fuce interrupted with a cold voice: "Public business should be handled publicly, but I have a few words to discuss privately with Lord Wang."
Historian Wang quickly nodded: "Yes."
He ordered the housekeeper and his personal servant to withdraw and closed the door.
Chu Ping and several Xiu Luo Envoys, along with Qingmei, stood guard at the door.