"Meow~" Dahua made a sound of distress.
Bai Zhi’er furrowed her little brows in confusion.
She turned her head and looked at Qingmei: "Sister Qingmei, how do you tell the difference between boy cats and girl cats?"
Qingmei was laughing at the Princess’s innocence and cuteness, but suddenly her smile froze upon hearing this.
Distinguishing between male and female... How could she speak of such things!
The Princess is still young!
Qingmei cleared her throat lightly: "Well... Dahua should be a boy."
"How do you know that?"
"Because in the three years I’ve been in the palace, I’ve never seen this orange cat give birth, which means it’s not a girl cat." Qingmei analyzed seriously.
Bai Zhi’er nodded repeatedly: "Makes sense!"
She put the orange cat down: "Hmm, boy cat, can’t kiss, or Daddy will be upset."
The cat, fearing being caught again, dashed along the wall and ran away.
Qingmei then said: "Your Highness, let’s go back, and I’ll have Little Chengzi set off fireworks for you, how about that?"
Bai Zhi’er shook her head, her little voice cheerful: "Nope, I still want to go play with Brother Fu Ce!"
With that, she walked happily in the direction of the Xiuluo Guard.
Qingmei looked utterly bleak!
She had a premonition that the Princess would go to find Marquis Wan!
Such a cold person, why does the little princess just want to play with him!
Qingmei resignedly followed Bai Zhi’er’s footsteps.
Inside the Xiuluo Guard.
Feng Fuce was reading a dossier when he noticed out of the corner of his eye someone peeking at the doorway.
He lifted his dark eyes and found Bai Zhi’er, with her round and soft little face, looking at him with bright, shiny big eyes.
Her expression was like a little animal investigating the situation.
Feng Fuce pressed a trace of amusement on his lips.
He slightly raised an eyebrow: "Since you’re here, why hide?"
Bai Zhi’er said obediently: "You’re reading, I was afraid of disturbing you!"
Feng Fuce calmly placed the book aside: "Didn’t read much, just came back from outside."
The little one smiled widely, her small feet pattering as she ran to his side.
"Brother Fu Ce, did you go out to play? Did you go see the lanterns? Little Chengzi said there’s a lion dance and dragon lanterns in the market today!"
Bai Zhi’er rested her little head on the table, her chin on the back of her hand, curiously blinking her big eyes inquiringly.
Feng Fuce thought for a moment, slightly raising his brow: "I didn’t go out to play; I went to fight bandits."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Zhi’er suddenly exclaimed.
"Brother Fu Ce, you’re hurt!" She tried hard to stand on tiptoe, reaching to touch his jaw.
The softness of the little one’s fingertips carried a slightly cool temperature.
Feng Fuce, unaccustomed, leaned back, dropping his dark gaze: "It’s just a small wound, it’s fine."
Bai Zhi’er looked up, her bright big eyes focusing on his wound.
"It must hurt a lot! I’ll blow on it for you!"
Saying this, the little one used both hands and feet to climb onto a chair alongside Feng Fuce.
Feng Fuce wanted to get up, unaccustomed to such close contact.
Yet the grand master’s chair, surrounded by armrests, held Feng Fuce firmly inside!
His long eyebrows raised abruptly, his gaze black and deep.
"What are you doing?"
"Blowing on it for you, then the pain will fly away!" she said, pushing Feng Fuce’s jaw slightly to make him tilt his head back.
Bai Zhi’er indeed used her little mouth to blow warm, cool breaths.
Feng Fuce felt a ticklish sensation like feather strokes pass over, suddenly unable to resist laughing.
He pressed one palm on the little one’s head: "Bai Zhi’er, don’t mess around."