After scolding, Historian Wang suddenly realized Bai Zhi’er was still there.
The little one was biting into a bean paste bun, her big, round eyes blinking as she watched him.
Historian Wang quickly gathered his anger and asked, "Your Highness, if there is any way I can help, please feel free to ask."
Bai Zhi’er’s long, curled eyelashes fluttered, and her round face was full of adorable pinkness.
Her eyes gleamed as she looked at Historian Wang and asked, "Uncle Historian, could you do something for me?"
"Please command, Princess! Wang Lang is willing to go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"Help us settle the bill for this meal," the little one said softly.
Historian Wang was stunned.
Settle the bill? Just settle the bill?!
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes and said, "I left in a hurry, Zhi Bao didn’t bring any silver, only golden beans."
"I’ve observed Uncle Prime Minister for a long time; I dragged him out, and he didn’t bring a purse either."
Prime Minister Wen was taken aback, quickly patting his waist and chest collar.
He had actually forgotten about this detail!
He had been reviewing state affairs in the hall earlier, so his purse was placed with his cloak.
If the princess hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have remembered.
Bai Zhi’er asked adorably, "Uncle Historian, is that okay?"
Historian Wang quickly replied, "Why not? It is my honor to treat Her Highness and Master Wen to this meal!"
In the end, Bai Zhi’er and Prime Minister Wen had to go look for someone, so they left first.
Historian Wang wanted to follow, but Bai Zhi’er said that Prime Minister Wen was enough.
So, Historian Wang had to walk to the counter to help settle the bill.
He turned back, watching the entrance of the inn, as the princess got on Prime Minister Wen’s carriage and left.
Historian Wang couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh, "Ultimately, I’m useless, not as favored as Master Wen by the princess."
He also wished he could accompany the princess to investigate the case.
Suddenly, a cold voice inquired beside him—
"Why does Master Wen earn the princess’s favor?"
Historian Wang replied instinctively, "Because of his high power and status, he can accomplish many things."
After speaking, Historian Wang closed his mouth abruptly, turning his head to look.
Feng Fuce’s elegant and pale face was right there beside him!
In a long, dark green robe, his tall figure made him appear even more profound.
Historian Wang hurriedly cupped his hands, "Marquis, why are you here?"
Feng Fuce said lightly, "I have matters to attend to, meeting someone here. You mentioned that Prime Minister Wen is handling affairs for the princess?"
He raised an icy eyebrow and asked, "What affairs?"
Historian Wang lowered his head in silence.
Prime Minister Wen had said not to alert the adversary, and definitely not to tell outsiders.
If it ruined Her Highness’s arrangements, wouldn’t that be a mistake?
But Feng Fuce’s presence was imposing, full of pressure.
Historian Wang had to explain, "I can’t say yet."
Feng Fuce stared at him for a while, then sneered, "What concerns the princess, concerns me. Keeping silent might cause more trouble."
What exactly were they investigating that required the little one to enlist Prime Minister Wen?
Feng Fuce instinctively felt worried for her.
Upon hearing this, Historian Wang recalled that recently, the Emperor also placed great trust in Marquis Wan, and the private relations between the princess and the marquis were quite good.
So, Historian Wang hesitated for a moment.
He observed the bustle of diners around them.
"This is not the place to discuss. Please, Marquis, step outside with me, and I will tell you."
On the other side, having eaten her fill, Bai Zhi’er’s little face looked even more tender and rosy.
She sat in the carriage, patting her little stomach.
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