Sitting in the Wei Family’s carriage.
Bai Zhi’er obediently leaned against Bai Yaoyu’s side.
Her clear, large eyes caught a fleeting, smile-tinged but chilly glance from across, from Wei Zian.
It felt like a venomous snake in the grass had locked onto you.
Bai Zhi’er’s round little face showed no other expression at all.
Instead, when the carriage passed through the bustling marketplace, she couldn’t help but lift the curtain and lean on the window to look outside.
Wei Zian observed her behavior and couldn’t help but sneer inwardly—
Just a four-year-old little child.
Yet his father and the surrounding ministers exaggerated her to the skies.
Saying she was precise in recognizing people, so intelligent and precocious.
In Wei Zian’s view, Bai Zhi’er was just lucky.
A blind cat meets a dead rat!
Wei Zian retracted his gaze, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Little did he know, the moment he turned his eyes, the little one silently hummed at him.
This person has a bad look all over his face.
Some people’s wicked intentions are buried in their hearts.
But in him, it was all displayed outright!
This time, she would properly teach them a lesson!
To avoid any accident the next time Third Brother comes to play with them.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the archery field.
As soon as they entered, five noble young men, who all dressed with great dignity and arrogance, waved at them with a smile. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI(F)ire.net
"Brother Zi’an, you finally brought the Third Young Master here." They exchanged glances, and the atmosphere of their laughter was subtle.
Wei Zian cupped his hands repeatedly in greeting, saying, "It’s not easy to invite His Highness who is usually busy, so everyone should seize the opportunity if they have questions about archery."
The noblemen cupped their hands together to Bai Yaoyu, "Greetings, Your Highness."
They turned their eyes and saw the little cutie held by Bai Yaoyu.
"Is this... Princess Cui Cuo?" They had once admired Bai Zhi’er from afar at the Jionglin Banquet.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes without overtly displaying kindness.
Instead, her voice sweet and adorable said, "You may call me Princess, I’m in good spirits today, so I came to play with Third Brother, don’t hold back everyone!"
Turning the tables, leaving those around speechless in an instant.
The noblemen exchanged looks, reading "trouble" in each other’s eyes.
If it was about teasing the straightforward martial artist Princely Heir, it might have been doable.
But, the Jionglin Banquet had already made them aware of how much the Emperor favored Princess Cuicuo.
Offending the little one would be far worse than angering Bai Yaoyu, the Third Young Master.
Originally, they were all invited by Wei Zian, preparing to set up Bai Yaoyu.
Now, however, some hesitated, fearing to proceed.
So they could only respectfully bow to Bai Zhi’er, "Greetings, Princess."
The archery started swiftly.
Bai Yaoyu called for followers to temporarily set up a small table and bench under a tree.
He also went to buy the pastries his sister loved most, paired with a pot of fresh tea.
Even though he was practicing archery, he wouldn’t let the little one get bored.
Bai Zhi’er rested her chin on one small hand, grabbing a piece of red bean cake with the other, watching and eating.
Bai Yaoyu’s archery skills were truly formidable.
Every arrow hit the bullseye.
Even when the target was moved back and forth by the archery field staff, he never missed.
Moreover, his second arrow could reliably split his first arrow in half.
Among those present, only Bai Yaoyu could achieve this level.
When Bai Yaoyu once again hit ten consecutive rings, Bai Zhi’er’s cheeks, filled with cake, could not contain her excitement as she jumped up clapping.
"Third Brother is awesome! They were defeated without a trace!"