Bai Zhi’er blinked her round, shiny black eyes.
She nodded earnestly: "Of course I’m happy! Previously, I took Sixth Brother to the academy for classes, and these days I’ve been busy supervising the little saplings grow!"
Having said that, the little one reached out and pulled Feng Fuce to inspect her "kingdom."
"Brother Fu Ce, look, over there is a patch of land that was expanded, Daddy sent people to plant strawberry seeds."
"I heard strawberries are particularly sweet, when they grow, I’ll give you a basket!"
"And over there, did you see? It’s the honeydew vine. I heard the flesh of honeydew is orange-yellow and very sweet!"
Feng Fuce listened as she introduced everything with great enthusiasm.
Finally, his deep gaze turned toward a messy piece of land not far away, which hadn’t been cultivated yet.
Bai Zhi’er tugged at his sleeve with her little hands: "Don’t look over there, that spot’s not fully planted yet!"
She led Feng Fuce back to the cherry tree.
"When the time comes, the garden will be full of sweet fruits that Zhi’er loves, and I’ll come every day~"
Seemingly imagining the sweetness of the fruit, a satisfied and happy smile appeared on the little one’s fair, cute face.
A few of the Imperial Guards finished watering and were about to switch shifts.
They came over to bid Bai Zhi’er farewell.
The little one was very hospitable: "Brother Yingtao, remember to drink fruit tea before you leave! Thank you for your hard work!"
"It’s our honor to ease the Princess’s worries," the Imperial Guards said, cupping their hands repeatedly.
However, as they looked up, they noticed the Princess’s companion Marquis Wan, staring at them with dark, cold eyes.
Startled, they quickly said, "Your Highness, Marquis, we take our leave."
Though the Xiuluo Guard also serves the Emperor, they are completely different from the Imperial Guards.
Normally, they don’t interfere with each other, but Marquis Feng Fuce’s notorious reputation is something everyone avoids.
The Imperial Guards, having worked all morning, were indeed thirsty.
Before leaving, they went to Miss Qingmei to ask for a bowl of fruit tea.
One of the Imperial Guards was quite familiar with Qingmei.
He smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Qingmei, the fruit tea is sweet and perfect for quenching thirst."
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Chu Ping was watching from the side, his brows furrowed.
As the Imperial Guards finished drinking, Chu Ping suddenly said, "You Imperial Guards patrol remarkably well, who knew you were also great at planting trees."
The Imperial Guards glanced at each other in confusion and replied, "That’s too kind, just following orders."
Chu Ping waved his hand: "Since that’s the case, go switch shifts quickly, go go, all of you."
After they left, Qingmei placed one hand on her hip and the other on the table.
She stared at Chu Ping: "May I ask, Chu Doushi, what’s with the snide remarks as soon as you arrive?"
Facing Qingmei, Chu Ping looked innocent, like a puppy that’s been wronged.
"Xiao Mei, don’t wrong me, I was praising their tree planting efforts."
Qingmei snorted, turned around, and started tidying the table, ignoring him.
Chu Ping acted slyly and asked, "I’m thirsty too, could you give me a bowl?"
"You didn’t help at all, why should I give you?"
"I’ll help right now!"
Saying this, Chu Ping ran to the cherry tree, grabbed a nearby shovel, and started tilling the soil.
Not far away, Bai Zhi’er saw him and her young voice rose in alarm—
"Brother Chu Ping, put it down, don’t shovel my little saplings!"
Chu Ping turned around, raising the shovel in his hand.
In a moment of carelessness, he accidentally broke a small branch from the cherry tree.