Bai Xilie stared at Prince Kang and said, "You took Zhi’er away without telling me, so I sent Marquis Wan to scare you a bit. Why not?"
"Scare?" Prince Kang was stunned, finally stopped sobbing, and looked up, "Imperial Brother, so you didn’t really want to kill your younger brother?"
Bai Xilie sneered, "If there is a next time, I won’t be polite with you! This time, let’s let it go for now; I’ll dock your salary for half a year as a punishment."
It had been hard to get his daughter back, so Bai Xilie watched over her more closely than anything else, except when attending to state affairs.
Upon learning that Prince Kang left with his little one without a word, naturally, he was full of anger.
But, after all, he is his own younger brother; a punishment would suffice.
The thought of killing only flashed momentarily.
Knowing that Prince Kang was afraid of Marquis Wan, Bai Xilie specially had Feng Fuce accompany him to leave a deep impression of fear on Prince Kang!
Bai Yaoyu glanced at Feng Fuce, with an expression of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Just now, he was defeated by this young teenager and was witnessed by Bai Zhi’er, which was somewhat embarrassing.
Bai Zhi’er patted her father’s eyebrow soothingly with her small hand.
"Daddy, don’t be mad, don’t be mad. Third Uncle is very silly. Only Zhi Bao can trick him, he can’t deceive me."
With these words, Bai Xilie indeed smiled.
Prince Kang also laughed foolishly, "Our Zhi’er is really clever."
Bai Xilie completely held no grudges against Prince Kang anymore.
Before leaving, Prince Kang chased after his brother, "Imperial Brother, won’t you stay for a meal? Zhi’er might not have eaten enough yet!"
Bai Zhi’er shook her head like a rattle.
"Not eating now, Third Uncle, I’ll come again next time!"
She saved a little room in her stomach.
Later when she returns to the palace, she would ask Sister Qingmei to make her some more milk cake.
Bai Zhi’er was making good plans in her mind.
Bai Yaoyu hesitated to speak to the little one.
Bai Zhi’er realized her brother’s gaze; her small round face made funny expressions and winked several times at her brother.
That matter, I will keep it a secret~
However, out of the corner of her eye, the little one noticed a scrutinizing gaze.
She turned her head and saw Feng Fuce, following behind Bai Xilie, raising his long eyebrows and watching her leisurely.
Mmm... This brother looks quite unpredictable.
Bai Zhi’er initially wanted to quietly withdraw her gaze.
But then, she remembered that Feng Fuce was the person who gave her the wooden butterfly.
The little girl smiled sweetly and obediently at Feng Fuce.
The cold and indifferent young man, upon receiving her smile, also slightly curved his lips in response.
It seemed as if the snowy mountains welcomed the sunlight, showing a sense of the youth’s clarity and gentleness.
But it was only for a moment before Feng Fuce reverted to his previous indifferent laziness and coldness.
That perfunctory smile, however, left a deeper impression on Bai Zhi’er.
This big brother has a really nice smile!
He can make wooden butterflies and has such skillful hands!
With such skillful hands, would his cooking be even better?
The family of Prince Kang watched as the Imperial Guard and Xiu Luo Envoy escorted the Emperor’s carriage back to the palace.
Bai Yaoyu recalled what his sister had said and told Princess Consort Kang, "Mother, I’m out of my allowance for this month, could you give me some more?"
He intended to buy medicine for the injured boy.
Before Princess Consort Kang could speak, Prince Kang started berating him again.
"What good use could you find for the money? You’re surely spending it at some brothel again. Don’t give him any. If he wants money, he should earn it himself!"
Bai Yaoyu was furious, gritting his teeth, "Earn it, I will! Your money didn’t come from your own skills. If you didn’t have such a powerful brother, how would you have the right to be a prince? I’m definitely better than you!"
Saying this, he left immediately.
Prince Kang was furious, "This is the good son you raised! Never listens!"
He stormed into the mansion.
Princess Consort Kang was truly at her wits’ end.
These father and son seem like sworn enemies, and the son has a bad temper, while the father makes no concessions and scolds easily.
Sigh, Zhi’er just left, I’ve started missing her already.
Daughters are indeed better.