Little Zhi’er poked her tiny head out from behind Feng Fuce.
Still puffing her cheeks, she added grumpily, "Maybe Uncle Wang Yi is lying too, hmph!"
Wang Yi’s expression changed, and he continually bowed his hands in respect: "Princess, you overestimate; how could I dare to deceive the Holy Emperor with such matters."
"The reason Bai Yanyan sought my help was that she was asking everywhere on the street if anyone could help her enter the palace to find her family."
"This matter was witnessed by nearby shops, who can all testify that I’m telling the truth."
"I thought she wanted to ruin the Emperor’s reputation, so I approached to inquire, only to understand what was actually going on."
Feng Fuce chuckled coldly, "A deliberately faked scene, something you, Wang Yi, are not incapable of doing."
Wang Yi waved his sleeve, "Marquis, your words are somewhat biased."
Historian Wang followed, humming with his hands in his sleeves, "The affair is suspicious; how can there be so many coincidences!"
Little Zhi’er grabbed Feng Fuce’s sleeve, probing her little head, blinking her watery big eyes, looking fierce.
"You say you’re the daughter of my father and mother, then tell me, the origin and story of your name derive from God Demon!"
Bai Yanyan was taken aback, "Origin...? "
Little Zhi’er’s delicate face was filled with boundless charm and cuteness.
She snorted, "Don’t you have an origin? When my mother gave me my name, she used the character ’Zhi’ because there is a word, ’Zhiqi’, which means a young wife."
"Father and mother met at the bottom, leaving their best years to each other, so mother said, adding me to her was father’s everything, hence ’Zhi’er and Wife’!"
Bai Yanyan raised her hands, wiping her tears and hiding the expression in her eyes.
She sobbed, "Mother didn’t tell me these things. She only told me Yanyan aims to soar high and carefree, that’s all."
Upon hearing this, Bai Xilie squinted his eyes, his face darkened, clouds of chill spreading.
He was about to speak, intending to send Bai Yanyan into the Xiuluo Guard.
But Prime Minister Wen suddenly stepped forward, whispering in Bai Xilie’s ear——
"Emperor, this girl’s origins are unknown and she is young, perhaps there is someone behind instructing her deliberately."
"Wang Yi is the first to bear the brunt, but it’s not clear if he’s deliberately plotting or being used by others."
"Why not expel this girl first, then secretly have people watch her to see whom she visits and connects, then make a decision?"
Bai Xilie gave him a sidelong glance, his tone cold and low: "Spare her life? I don’t have such a good temper!"
Prime Minister Wen bowed, pleading, "Emperor, this concerns Lady and Princess; if you just endure for a moment, you could root out the mastermind, I urge the Emperor to reconsider."
Bai Xilie closed his eyes: "I’m not going to think, I just want to kill."
But, he opened his eyes, turned to look at Little Zhi’er, and immediately showed a smile.
Bai Xilie waved to Little Zhi’er: "Zhi Bao, come back to father’s side."
Little Zhi’er ran over with tiny steps.
She hugged Bai Xilie’s arm tightly, pouting and humming at Bai Yanyan, "This is my father! Not yours!"
Bai Yanyan lowered her head, wiping her tears, looking pitiful as if her place had been taken by the Fake Princess.
Wang Yi sighed, speaking softly, "So pitiful."
Historian Wang retorted, "Only you would feel sorry for a liar."
Wang Yi nearly choked on his words, almost dead with anger.
Bai Xilie whispered in Little Zhi’er’s ear——
"Zhi’er, do you want father to imprison this Bai Yanyan, or expel her from the palace first to see who is instructing her?"
"Father will listen to Zhi’er; if you wish to kill her, then father will not hesitate!"
Little Zhi’er scratched her cheek with her small hand.