Feng Fuce’s expression was cold and stern: "Why should I care about her?"
She doesn’t even come by herself!
Chu Ping explained for Bai Zhi’er: "The Princess has been very busy lately. Marquis, do you remember that deserted Orange Garden from before?"
It’s the spot where the little rascal broke through the dry well.
Feng Fuce nodded: "I remember, so what?"
Chu Ping replied: "Since the wells have been replenished with spring water, the Emperor ordered the Orange Garden to be renovated."
"At the beginning of the year, the Honglu Temple envoy brought back cherry tree seeds from Quanrong and Rouran."
"Now, the Orange Garden has been renamed to the Cherry Garden, and the Princess is there today watching the craftsmen plant trees."
Feng Fuce listened with a calm face, showing no significant reaction.
After all, just from Chu Ping’s description, he could imagine how Bai Zhi’er would eagerly await the saplings to grow into big trees.
So she could lie under the tree and pick fruits to eat.
The image of her delighted little expression once again surfaced in his mind.
The corners of Feng Fuce’s thin lips almost revealed a faint smile.
But at this moment, Chu Ping added: "The ones responsible for planting the trees are Yang Nian and those lads. Clearly, they’re a group of Imperial Guards, but they insist on helping after their duties are done."
"What’s this called? It’s definitely to win the Princess’s favor, such sycophantic behavior, I say!"
Feng Fuce’s expression instantly turned cold.
The smile that was about to emerge vanished with it.
Looking at his expression, Chu Ping said: "The relationship between our Marquis and the Princess doesn’t need any tree-planting flattery, right, Marquis?"
Feng Fuce didn’t answer.
He picked up the teacup again, placing it to his lips, but didn’t drink.
Chu Ping silently observed his expression.
Suddenly, Feng Fuce set down the teacup and stood up to leave.
Chu Ping hurriedly asked: "Marquis, where are you going?"
"To take a look at the Cherry Garden."
Upon hearing this, Chu Ping secretly smiled, quickly rushing to follow: "I’ll go too! I haven’t seen cherry trees before!"
In the Cherry Garden, the sunlight was just right.
The young Imperial Guards were digging and planting saplings.
Qingmei, with a group of palace Servants, prepared thirst-quenching fruit tea alongside.
Bai Zhi’er’s playful little figure was running around in the garden.
She walked up to a small sapling and carefully touched its fragile green leaves with her small hand.
"Little sapling~ grow big and strong, so that one day you’ll become a big tree and drop red fruits for Zhi’er to eat."
Two Imperial Guards drew a bucket of clear water from a nearby well and came over to water the tree.
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"Be careful not to wet the Princess’s clothes," one of the Imperial Guards said.
Bai Zhi’er quickly obliged and stepped aside.
She blinked her big eyes, watching the clear water pour into the soil.
And sweat dropped from the noses of the Imperial Guards.
They had been busy for most of the day.
Bai Zhi’er’s soft voice said: "You two Brother Yingtaos, go have some fruit tea and take a break! Don’t tire yourselves out!"
Just as Feng Fuce entered the garden, he heard this statement.
His cold brows furrowed as he looked at the petite figure not far away.
He saw Bai Zhi’er smiling sweetly and cutely at the two Imperial Guards.
Feng Fuce’s gaze was as cold as ice.
No wonder she wasn’t looking for Brother Juzi anymore. This little rascal, just because of the cherry trees, started calling someone else brother.
Qingmei turned her head and saw Feng Fuce and his company.
She immediately raised her voice to greet: "The palace Servant greets Marquis Wan."
Bai Zhi’er turned her head and waved her little hand: "Brother Fu Ce, you’re here too!"
Feng Fuce stood with his hands behind his back, exuding darkness from the abyss. Both his expression and demeanor were uniformly cold.
He waited for Bai Zhi’er to run towards him.
But the little one just stood there waving her little hand.
Feng Fuce waited for a few moments, seeing she had no intention of coming over.
He slightly furrowed his brows and stepped forward, walking over.
"Bai Zhi’er," Feng Fuce asked, looking down at her with cold eyes: "Have you been having fun the past few days?"