Feng Fuce slightly darkened his gaze.
After a moment, he spoke coldly, "What’s scheduled for tomorrow during the day, for the Emperor and them?"
"Just like usual, the Emperor will take the Princess to offer sacrifices to the gods, praying for favorable weather and national prosperity and peace in the coming year," Chu Ping said.
Feng Fuce slowly nodded, "Alright, got it."
Then coming back, it’s still in time.
Seeing Feng Fuce agreed, Chu Ping said, "I will gather my colleagues right away. How many people will you take this time?"
Feng Fuce thought for a moment and said gravely, "Take two squads, quick and decisive."
Chu Ping was stunned.
Is the Marquis in such a hurry?
It seems there are indeed other plans for Chinese New Year’s Eve night.
Feng Fuce, riding a fierce horse, led two squads of Xiu Luo Envoys with evil ghost masks rapidly away from the Imperial City Gate.
Where their iron hooves tread, the common people avoided them, as if evading an Evil God.
Inside Ruizhu Palace’s sleeping chamber, a petite figure was snugly buried under the brocade quilt, sleeping soundly.
The exposed side of the face was rosy and adorable, with black hair resting against the face, making the little figure look even softer and cuter.
Bai Xilie leaned over the bedside, gazing dotingly at his daughter’s sleeping face, already for thirty minutes.
Qingmei quietly reminded from the side, "Emperor, it’s time to wake the Princess, or else the hour for the ceremony will pass."
Bai Xilie frowned in displeasure.
He cursed lightly, "Had I known, I would have abolished this god-offering ceremony when I ascended the throne. If Zhi’er hasn’t woken up, those gods must wait for their offering!"
Originally, Bai Xilie wasn’t accustomed to this; it was a tradition left by the former dynasty.
Since it was harmless, Bai Xilie let it remain.
But, once when Jing Jia was by his side, the two passed a temple, saw it on fire, yet the devotees still knelt down inside, praying for the gods to send rain to save the fire.
Whereas, outside the temple, people were urgently bringing buckets to save lives.
At that moment, Jing Jia told him.
"People think that to have their wishes granted, they must pray and worship gods, but they don’t realize, they are the True Gods themselves. Whatever they desire, they must strive for, and the rest is up to fate."
Bai Xilie had always remembered his beloved wife’s words.
If he wanted national prosperity and peace, he made efforts to enhance security and patrol.
If he wished for harmony and abundant years, he encouraged the people to strengthen rice farming.
If things didn’t go as desired, it meant he hadn’t done well, not that the immortals hadn’t protected.
Thus, Bai Xilie wasn’t particularly urgent about offering sacrifices.
Definitely wait until his darling daughter wakes up.
Luckily, before long, Bai Zhi’er stretched lazily and opened her misty large eyes.
Seeing Bai Xilie by the bedside upon waking, the little one immediately called out in a sweet and tender voice, "Father, hold baby~"
She stretched out her two chubby little hands.
Bai Xilie immediately laughed heartily, gently holding his daughter in his arms, repeatedly brushing his hand over her back, helping her wake up.
"Zhi Bao is awake, are you hungry? Father will have someone prepare breakfast."
Bai Zhi’er nodded obediently, "Alright, Zhi’er wants to eat meat~"
Bai Xilie chuckled softly, "Qingmei, quickly prepare breakfast, buns, wontons, shrimp cakes, and red bean buns, get one of each."
Qingmei hurriedly nodded, "Yes, I will go now."
Even if the ministers outside were anxious, waiting for the Emperor to lead the little Princess to join them for the ceremony.
But the Emperor was not in a hurry.
Nothing is more important than letting his daughter eat her fill.
This morning, Bai Zhi’er’s hair was styled by Bai Xilie himself.