The housekeeper originally intended to eavesdrop nearby.
However, the few Xiu Luo Envoys guarding the door looked extremely fierce.
He didn’t dare approach and had to retreat to a distance.
However, after thirty minutes had passed.
The sound of Historian Wang stroking his beard and laughing heartily unexpectedly came from inside.
The door was opened from the inside, and Historian Wang’s face was rosy, as if he had encountered some joyous event.
He waved his hand, beckoning his personal servant to come closer and instructed him on something.
The housekeeper saw the servant nod repeatedly and then turn and run towards the inner courtyard.
Through the half-opened door, the housekeeper could also see Marquis Wan Feng Fuce sitting in the chief seat, calmly drinking tea.
So, what exactly did the Second Old Master order the servant to do?
The housekeeper couldn’t help but be suspicious.
He dared not follow to see, for fear of causing trouble by not being nearby when summoned.
Before long, the servant hurried back, holding a red cloth in his hand.
After waiting for a while, the door was opened again.
This time, it was Historian Wang respectfully seeing Feng Fuce and that little girl out.
"The Marquis’s affairs are naturally my affairs; this small favor is nothing," Historian Wang clasped his hands and bowed, smiling continuously.
The housekeeper hurried over, following behind, escorting Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er to the door.
By the carriage, Feng Fuce first lifted the little one onto it.
The housekeeper was curious about the little girl’s identity, but from start to finish, he only saw her large eyes!
Feng Fuce turned, looked at Historian Wang, and said in a calm tone, "This time, with Lord Wang’s help, I owe you a favor."
Historian Wang was flattered: "You overpraise me, Marquis!"
Feng Fuce exchanged no more pleasantries, just nodded slightly, and then boarded the carriage.
Historian Wang watched the curtain, waving his hand.
Wanting to send off the Princess, but then remembering that the little princess just said she didn’t want her identity exposed!
After the carriage had traveled far.
Historian Wang finally withdrew his gaze, lifted his official robe, and smilingly re-entered the Mansion.
"Second Old Master," the housekeeper followed beside him, probing, "what did the Marquis come to you about?"
Historian Wang laughed heartily, waving his hand: "Just a small matter within my capability."
He turned his head and instructed his personal servant: "Go brew some wine, I’m in a good mood today, I need good wine to accompany it, and I want to recite poetry and compose couplets!"
Just now, he learned that the little princess wanted a few roots of hundred-years-old ginseng and incidentally gave her his written historical commentary to read.
The little princess finally patiently accepted it.
Not only did she read it, but she also praised his writing as good.
And she also expressed that she did not blame him for his impulsive words in the past or for believing in rumors.
A weight on his heart could finally be lifted.
At this moment, inside the carriage.
Bai Zhi’er opened the red cloth and was counting the ginseng.
"I didn’t expect Uncle Historian to be so generous! I thought he would disagree!"
Bai Zhi’er’s little hand pinched a short, plump ginseng to observe, its long whiskers exuding a fresh medicinal fragrance.
Feng Fuce also picked up a root and glanced at it.
He casually said, "Historian Wang is different from the people of the Wang Family. His character is a bit more upright and honest, so he often clashes with his older brothers and clan members."
"Moreover, he already felt unfair to you and wanted to find an opportunity to compensate. You offered him the chance, and he would definitely agree."
After speaking, Feng Fuce put the ginseng back.
These few hundred-years-old ginseng, in his eyes, seemed quite mundane.
If he had known earlier that she wanted this, he could have gotten some thousand-years-old ginseng.
The Demon World grows them all over the mountains and plains.
The Demons only eat the ginseng essence; those thousand-year ones that haven’t matured yet, they’ll let them be buried in the earth.