Bai Zhi’er’s round little face still had the innocence and naivety of a child.
But the tears in her eyes were full of compassion and heartache for the people.
Prime Minister Wen sighed repeatedly on the side.
"Princess, the methods of the Wei Family were common in the past. It’s not just them; some noble families would easily wipe out civilians blocking their way."
"You have done your best. Please, Your Highness, don’t trouble yourself too much."
Tears rolled down Bai Zhi’er’s face, her little fists in her sleeves clenched tightly.
It made people’s hearts ache just to see it.
Prime Minister Wen sighed and planned to let the princess have some quiet time here before he went nearby to calm the people’s hearts.
Such a large fire burned down, preliminarily estimating the death of six households.
It was not a small matter.
After he left, Bai Zhi’er’s tears fell even more like rain, tick-tock.
The originally bright sky suddenly had clouds drift in, covering the sunlight.
Before long, a swaying spring rain fell.
Bai Zhi’er looked up at the rain-falling gloomy sky.
Her childish face, with big dark eyes, was filled with glistening tears.
If you were here, how would you solve this?
You would certainly do better than Zhi’er.
At this moment, a light footstep was heard.
An umbrella shielded Bai Zhi’er’s head.
The little one turned her head.
Through her tear-blurred vision, she could vaguely make out Feng Fuce’s stern silhouette.
He wore a black robe, with the Asura battle on his chest still prominent.
Feng Fuce looked at her red eyes, swimming in tears.
He couldn’t help but ask, "Why are you crying? Do you think they’re dead?"
Bai Zhi’er silently nodded.
For some reason, she had just been able to hold back her tears, but seeing Feng Fuce arrive, she suddenly cried even more fiercely.
The endurance from earlier exploded at this moment.
She threw herself into Feng Fuce’s arms, crying and trembling, her small body shaking.
"Brother Ce, I did something wrong, I caused their deaths."
"If I had thought more, taken them away, they would have been fine."
Bai Zhi’er cried and trembled, "How painful must it have been to burn to death? Zhi Bao is sorry for them."
Feng Fuce’s well-articulated hand slightly lifted, gently placed on her back.
"Don’t cry." His voice was clear and melodious.
In those long eyes was the timeless calm and composure.
Feng Fuce spoke with a steady tone, "After all, you are still young, how could you think of everything thoroughly?"
Raindrops pattered on the umbrella, making a crackling sound.
Bai Zhi’er cried until her cheeks turned red.
Feng Fuce squatted down, reaching out to wipe away her hot tears.
But then he suddenly paused, took out a handkerchief from his chest.
"Wipe them." Feng Fuce handed it to her.
Bai Zhi’er silently wiped away the tears, her eyes still red and pitiful.
She lowered her head, "If only I hadn’t been so reckless."
Feng Fuce looked at her, his long eyes deep black, "Actually, it doesn’t matter, because for what you can’t think of, I’ll think for you."
Saying this, he slightly raised an eyebrow, his voice low, surprisingly gentle.
"Bai Zhi’er, actually next time you can ask me for help, running outside by yourself is hard work and can easily frighten you to tears."
The little one raised her gaze, black lashes still with hanging tears.
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"Brother Ce, are you comforting me?"
Feng Fuce smiled calmly, like a blossom of epiphyllum, vanishing in an instant.
He held Bai Zhi’er’s small hand.
"Those people, I took them away in advance yesterday, not one died."