The boy looked at Chu Ping with embarrassment and anger: "I can walk! It’s just that the iron chain binding my ankle is preventing me." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Bai Zhi’er turned her head, blinking her big eyes at him.
Perhaps the little one’s gaze was too bright and curious.
The boy didn’t want her to look down on him, so even though he was hobbling, he slowly walked forward.
Proving to those present that he had no problem walking!
Bai Zhi’er watched as he took two normal steps and instantly clapped: "You’re amazing! Really great! Keep it up!"
The spot where the boy’s right foot was sprained suddenly hurt.
He grimaced in pain, hurriedly grabbing a nearby pillar, nearly falling.
Bai Zhi’er beside him tilted her little head, making a fist to encourage him—
"That’s right! Never fall easily, throw all those bad habits like crawling behind!"
The boy gritted his teeth: "Those two times were accidents; it’s not like I must crawl to move!"
Then with each step he took, Bai Zhi’er and the Xiu Luo Envoys clapped for him.
Occasionally, Feng Fuce would also clap, expression indifferent.
Until the boy reached the end of the corridor.
Bai Zhi’er’s childish voice was sweet and soft: "See! As long as you persevere, you can do anything well!"
"Next time when your foot heals, don’t run around anymore, Brother Fu Ce will definitely let you go. If you keep running away every time, getting hurt each time, when will you ever leave?"
The boy glanced at the little one’s white, round cheeks and didn’t retort for a moment.
He just pretended to snort disdainfully.
This little distraction made Bai Zhi’er temporarily forget about looking for Brother Juzi.
After playing for a while, Bai Zhi’er had to go back.
Feng Fuce escorted her to the door, and she looked back at him: "Brother Fu Ce, if we can’t find Brother Juzi, just leave it."
There was a shadow of dimness in Bai Zhi’er’s big eyes: "If he doesn’t want to show up, it’s okay. As long as I remember him, it’s fine."
Seeing her drooping head, Feng Fuce involuntarily frowned.
"The day after tomorrow, I will bring him before you." His tone was cold, making a resolute promise.
Bai Zhi’er lifted her head, her moist, jet-black eyes full of surprise.
"Really? Thank you, Brother Fu Ce, you’re so good. Then I’ll wait for you!" The little one hugged his hand and rubbed it, then happily left.
Watching her leave with the palace attendant.
Feng Fuce’s eyes darkened slightly.
Fortunately, the little one didn’t ask why it wasn’t tomorrow but the day after tomorrow.
Tomorrow, he had to investigate the Wang Family, as Wang Yi was still unconscious in the Xiuluo Guard, hanging on by a thread.
During this time, many people surely wanted to silence the Wang Family.
Therefore, Feng Fuce would be very busy.
Otherwise, he could have gone to Ruizhu Palace tomorrow to personally tell Bai Zhi’er everything.
Not knowing whether she would be angry after learning the truth.
If she got angry, how should he coax her?
Feng Fuce turned back to the Xiuluo Guard.
The little one who had walked some distance turned back.
Her round, cute little face was filled with confusion.
She suddenly recalled that once, the paw of the orange cat Dahua caught a thread on Brother Juzi’s clothes.
Now recalling it, Bai Zhi’er felt...
The faint pattern on Brother Fu Ce’s collar just now seemed quite similar to the texture and color of that thread!
Early the following day.
After the morning court session, Prime Minister Wen returned to his grand hall to assist the Emperor in dealing with state affairs.
Prime Minister Wen occasionally clenched his hand into a fist, coughing into it for a moment.
Then he would take a sip of tea and quickly continue working.
While he was engrossed in reviewing the reports submitted by his subordinates, he suddenly felt a presence at the doorway.