Bai Zhi’er lay by the window, her little chin resting on the back of her hand, smiling softly and adorably.
"Uncle Prime Minister, good people will receive good rewards. No need to thank me! Your safety and health are what Zhi Bao is most delighted to see."
Prime Minister Wen nodded lightly, chuckling: "Your Highness the Princess, I still have to work with the Minister of the Ministry of Justice to process all the dossiers, and then present the results of Wei Zian to the Emperor. I won’t be accompanying you back to the palace this time."
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Prime Minister Wen also bowed his hands toward him.
"Today, the Marquis has made me see him in a new light. I was distant before; please forgive me," Prime Minister Wen said, looking at Feng Fuce.
The reputation of Marquis Wan was not good.
While serving the Emperor, he had killed countless people, inevitably leading to unpleasant rumors.
Prime Minister Wen, being a refined scholar, always thought he and Marquis Wan were not of the same level.
But after today, Prime Minister Wen suddenly felt he had misjudged Feng Fuce.
Marquis Wan is clearly an absolutely clear-minded person.
Right and wrong are manifested very clearly through him.
The line between evil and good is sometimes indistinct, but some people pick up a knife yet aren’t bad people.
Prime Minister Wen sighed: "Today’s matter was thanks to the Marquis knowing in advance, which saved those common people."
Feng Fuce’s expression remained unperturbed; he listened to these praises without lifting an eyebrow.
"No need for such, I merely did what I wanted to do," he replied coolly.
Afterward, Feng Fuce bid farewell and boarded the carriage, taking Bai Zhi’er away.
The little fellow poked her head out, waving her small hand: "Uncle Prime Minister, see you later~"
Prime Minister Wen bowed in the direction they were leaving.
Bai Zhi’er withdrew her little head, blinking her sparkling big eyes, and asked happily: "Brother Fu Ce, where are we going to play?"
Feng Fuce glanced sideways at her, the fierce cold aura around him vanished without a trace.
He smirked faintly: "To Xijiang Yue, didn’t I promise to take you there to eat again?"
Bai Zhi’er immediately clapped her small hands: "Good, good! Today Brother Fu Ce helped Zhi Bao a lot, so this time, let me treat you!"
Having said that, she immediately untied her little wallet.
Her chubby hand rummaged around in the wallet, as if searching for Silver Taels.
When she pulled out a few copper coins and tried to place them in her palm to count them carefully.
Feng Fuce felt he couldn’t bear to watch any longer.
He took hold of her chubby hand.
"Keep your money well; I’ll pay for this meal," he said.
Bai Zhi’er pouted, her small face full of disappointment: "But I want to treat you; mother said if someone helps, we should learn to thank them."
"Brother Fu Ce, do you dislike Zhi Bao for being poor?" she asked, blinking her big eyes, feeling wronged.
Feng Fuce was taken aback and instinctively replied: "How could that be."
He raised his brow: "How about this, you treat and I’ll pay. This way, it’s still considered your treat."
Afraid the little one would be upset, Feng Fuce added: "Keep your copper coins, and next time treat me to something else, okay?"
Bai Zhi’er’s fluttering lashes blinked, her clear and lively gaze soaked in contemplation.
Hmm, it seems okay too!
So, the little one happily nodded: "Alright, deal! These six copper coins can buy you a pancake!"
Feng Fuce watched her treasure the money into the bag.
The little figure, earnest like Bai Zhenzhu counting money.
He couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.
Though the young man’s gaze turned toward the window, a thin smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Bai Zhi’er, adorably silly.