Bai Xuanmo and Bai Daoyan listened intently, feeling confused.
"What do you mean?" Bai Xuanmo furrowed his brow. "Sister, are you saying all of this was told to you by that skeleton?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded obediently.
Bai Daoyan still had doubts he wanted to ask.
But was interrupted coldly by Feng Fuce.
"The urgent matter is to get the Princess changed, and if the Fifth Heir lies here any longer, he will freeze to death."
Bai Xuanmo and Bai Daoyan lowered their eyes, looking at the weakened Bai Fengqing on the ground.
Bai Fengqing was not unable to get up, but...
"Big Brother, Fourth Brother, can one of you lend me some clothes?" Bai Fengqing asked, shivering from the cold.
He was now bare-legged and without a cloak!
Shouldn’t he walk around the palace ?
Bai Xuanmo’s thin lips pressed together slightly: "I gave my cloak to my sister. She’s delicate. I’m afraid she’ll catch cold."
Bai Daoyan was also somewhat embarrassed: "Mine too. Fifth Brother, you have to bear with it temporarily."
Bai Fengqing sat up suddenly and slapped the ground in protest: "Big Brother, Fourth Brother, is this appropriate!"
He turned his head, seeking help from Feng Fuce: "Marquis Wan, your clothes..."
Feng Fuce replied coldly: "Already taken off."
He then pointed to Bai Zhi’er: "It’s draped over her."
Bai Fengqing rolled his eyes and almost fainted with anger.
Bai Zhi’er felt sorry for her brother.
With her small hands, she pulled down the outermost layer of her cloak and toddled over.
"Fifth Brother, Zhi’er isn’t cold, let me drape it over you so you won’t freeze," the little girl said softly and sweetly.
After speaking, Bai Zhi’er sneezed and shivered from the cold.
The small flesh on her face trembled.
The cold wind blew, and her delicate body couldn’t withstand it.
Upon hearing this sneeze, Bai Fengqing’s expression immediately became serious.
He quickly stood up: "Go change your clothes quickly, Fifth Brother isn’t cold, sister, you drape it well!"
Compared to his sister’s small stature, he, as a man, naturally didn’t feel cold.
Feng Fuce silently furrowed his long brows.
He said: "There’s a Nuan Pavilion nearby where the clothes can be changed."
After speaking, Feng Fuce leaned forward, his cold eyes seemingly calm and deep, gazing at Bai Zhi’er: "You walk slowly, I can carry you, is that okay?"
Bai Xuanmo immediately stepped forward: "Let me do it, there’s no need for you, Marquis."
However, the little girl had already reached out: "Brother Ce, carry me~"
Feng Fuce didn’t say a word, bent down, and directly picked Bai Zhi’er up into his arms.
And promptly wrapped her cloak tightly around her to shield her from the wind.
Bai Xuanmo’s hand was still frozen in the air.
He watched as his sister was embraced by someone else!
Bai Zhi’er, in Feng Fuce’s embrace, didn’t forget to turn her head and say: "Big Brother, you carry Fifth Brother; he must be cold!"
Bai Xuanmo looked down at Bai Fengqing, whose hair tips were wet, and his face was pale from the cold.
He was never a caring brother, and would even find it amusing to clap if he saw his younger siblings suffer.
However, if he didn’t follow his sister’s orders, he might not be able to compete with the other brothers.
Thinking of this, Bai Xuanmo grabbed Bai Fengqing like a sandbag and tucked him under his arm.
Bai Fengqing was quite surprised.
The usually most perverse and unpredictable eldest brother could actually go to this extent for him!
Led by Feng Fuce, the group quickly walked towards the nearest Nuan Pavilion.
Fortunately, they met Bai Yaoyu, the Third Young Master, who brought the Imperial Guard.
Bai Fengqing finally got to wear one of his brother’s cloaks.
Luckily, the Nuan Pavilion was divided left and right, Bai Fengqing went to the left, and Feng Fuce took Bai Zhi’er to the right room.
The Imperial Guard were informed and went to Ruizhu Palace to notify Qingmei.
Before long, Qingmei hurriedly came, bringing clean clothes.