The ministers watched wide-eyed as Bai Zhi’er suddenly stopped in her tracks while passing by Feng Fuce.
She glanced at the milk cake in her hand, which she hadn’t finished, but it was time for the morning assembly, so she couldn’t eat anymore to avoid appearing distracted!
The little one seemed reluctant but still handed over the milk cake.
"Brother Fu Ce, could you help me eat this~" Bai Zhi’er blinked her round, black eyes, her gaze innocent and clear.
The surrounding officials all gasped in surprise.
The little princess was indeed bold, directly picking the one with the worst temper to talk to!
Feng Fuce lowered his cold eyes and glanced at the milk cake in her hand.
"Is this your breakfast?" His tone was half amused, half serious.
Bai Zhi’er nodded: "Didn’t have time for crystal shrimp dumplings, red bean buns, and soup dumplings. Today I have to help Father with the assembly, I’m busy!"
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows immediately.
She’s helping the Emperor with the assembly?
Feng Fuce didn’t say more, took the milk cake but didn’t eat it, just held it with his hands behind his back.
Bai Zhi’er moved her little feet, turned, and walked up a few steps on the Imperial Dragon Golden Stairs.
Then she placed both hands on the high throne Dragon Chair, gave a little grunt, and sat down.
The officials stared wide-eyed, the scene silent like a whisper.
Though they all knew the Emperor pampered the Princess without principle.
But today only the little princess came and sat on the Dragon Chair; what’s happening?!
Eunuch Quan Xi stood by Bai Zhi’er’s side, grinned, and addressed the ministers: "Today the Emperor..."
Before he finished, Bai Zhi’er interrupted him.
"Father has important matters to handle. Today’s morning assembly, I’m helping him."
"We’ve already been delayed a while, let’s not waste time, from left to right, civil and military ranks, let’s start~"
"Anyone with questions can report them now!"
The ministers looked at each other, originally having much to report, but facing the three-and-a-half-year-old little princess, they couldn’t voice it.
It’s not that they didn’t respect the Princess; it’s that, Princess Cuicuo is so young, how could she understand the important matters of court politics?
Wouldn’t this turn national affairs into child’s play!
Seeing everyone silent, not speaking.
Bai Zhi’er looked down: "Do none of you have matters to report?"
Eunuch Quan Xi hurriedly spoke: "If the ministers have memos to submit, please hand them to the Prime Minister first, and when the Emperor arrives, they will be reviewed together."
Bai Zhi’er leaned on the Dragon Chair, her black eyes big and bright.
Feng Fuce gazed at her from below, feeling the little one amid silence still behaved well.
She patiently waiting for someone to speak.
It seems she takes the assembly seriously.
Feng Fuce’s cold eyes deepened, he slowly stepped out: "I have something to report."
The ministers quickly looked at him, somewhat surprised.
Usually, during assemblies, Marquis Wan rarely spoke.
After all, the Brocade Armor Shura Guard usually only needed to report privately to the Emperor, so every morning assembly, Feng Fuce was almost just going through the motions.
Bai Zhi’er waited for a long time, finally someone spoke up.
She was evidently happy, her fair little face full of a sweet smile, her eyes bright: "Brother Ce, go ahead."
Feng Fuce turned to look at the Minister of Personnel.
"Lord Ding, recently the Emperor said to reselect a teacher for Mingyang Academy. I heard you’ve already decided, bring the roster out for the Princess to see."
The young man’s tone was calm, yet conveyed an irresistible pressure.
The named Minister of Personnel, Lord Ding was stunned.
Why is he being dragged into this!
Marquis Wan said he had something to report!