Chu Ping walked outside and saw Qingmei standing not far away.
She was evidently not in a good mood, her brows furrowed as she looked at the bustling street entrance in the distance.
Chu Ping’s eyes gleamed with joy.
He quickly ordered the Asura Envoys to throw the sack onto the horse’s back, and he ran towards Qingmei himself.
In the meantime, he didn’t forget to lift his hands and straighten his hair crown.
"Xiao Mei~" Chu Ping smiled brightly, his handsome brows and white teeth shining with cheerfulness.
Qingmei turned her head to see him: "You finally came out, took you long enough!"
Chu Ping was both flattered and startled: "Were you waiting just for me? Xiao Mei, you are loyal and righteous, I knew I didn’t misjudge you!"
Qingmei was rather speechless: "The Marquis took the Princess to Xijiang Yue for a meal, worried you wouldn’t find us, the Princess asked me to stay and tell you. What were you thinking?"
In his heart, Chu Ping felt a wave of gratitude.
The Princess is truly a kind and lovely person!
Chu Ping quickly said: "Then let’s go now, I’ve just finished my errands."
Qingmei was about to nod, but then she turned her body slightly and saw that the two teams of Asura Envoys both sat silently on their high horses, watching in their direction.
"The official duties the Marquis assigned to you, haven’t you finished them yet?" Qingmei asked suspiciously.
Chu Ping turned his head to take a look.
Oh, he still needed to deliver bodies to the burial mound.
Wei Zian, this unlucky fellow, caused trouble even in death.
Chu Ping then said: "There’s just one small task left, how about, you wait for me?"
Qingmei shook her head: "The Princess asked me to pass a message, which I have done, finish your task and then go straight to Xijiang Yue to find the Marquis. I’ll go first."
She turned to leave, but Chu Ping quickly chased after: "Hey! Xiao Mei, let me give you a ride? It’s fast on my horse."
Qingmei walked briskly forward: "No need, Prime Minister Wen lent me his carriage. You hurry up and finish your work, don’t be so laid-back all the time, be careful not to mess things up!"
Chu Ping stood in place, grinning sheepishly as he watched her leave.
His colleague Lei Hu couldn’t help but approach, sizing up Chu Ping with a suspicious look.
Then, Lei Hu raised his hand and slapped Chu Ping on the back.
"Daydreaming in broad daylight? If you don’t go, the Marquis will scold you again later!"
Chu Ping followed Lei Hu back.
He asked cheerfully: "Lei Hu, don’t you think Qingmei is particularly nice to me?"
Lei Hu paused in silence: "That girl clearly finds you too talkative."
"Nonsense!" Chu Ping mounted his horse briskly and stylishly: "If she were annoyed with me, why would she care about me?"
Lei Hu was puzzled: "When did she ever care about you?"
"She said I’m laid-back, isn’t that care? If she didn’t care about me, how would she know I’m laid-back!" Chu Ping said confidently.
Lei Hu watched Chu Ping, full of spirit, ride away joyfully on his horse.
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Bai Zhi’er had a satisfying meal at Xijiang Yue.
She rested her chin in her small hands, sitting on the chair, swinging her little feet contentedly, her round face with rosy skin.
Feng Fuce sat across from her, sipping green tea.
Just now, Bai Zhi’er had coaxed him into eating, and he barely managed to have a bowl of bamboo shoot stew.
Now he only felt that human food was tasteless.
Yet, Bai Zhi’er fed him a Four Joy Meatball, and he found it very delicious.
Feng Fuce put down the teacup: "Do you remember what I promised you last time?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her round black eyes: "Huh? What was it?"
Feng Fuce’s eyes turned cold.
Little rascal, you forgot already?
Does she even miss Brother Juzi?