After two consecutive showers, the Capital of Great Chu welcomed an even more vibrant late spring. Original content can be found at ⓝovelFire.net
The trees were freshly green, and hundreds of flowers bloomed, swaying gently.
Mo Yanchi chose a sunny day to take his students for an outing in the mountains.
The woods were dense and lush green, as if newly fashioned.
A few teachers, accompanied by a group of students, were walking with laughter along the mountain paths.
The Sixth Prince, Bai Xingye, accompanied his sister today just as usual.
Bai Zhi’er wore a sky-blue dress, and at her waist hung a small wallet embroidered with clouds, crafted by Qingmei.
The little one also wore a jade rabbit hairpin given to her by the Fifth Heir, Bai Fengqing, in her hair.
With her round, white, and adorable little face, she looked as sweet as could be.
Bai Zhi’er walked a few steps before she couldn’t help but squat by the roadside to look at two red mushrooms under a big tree.
Bai Xingye paused beside her: "What are you looking at? If you don’t go now, you’ll fall behind."
The little one sniffled: "Sixth Brother, these two little mushrooms asked Zhi’er to stop and take a good look at them."
"They say they’re delicious. Why don’t we pick them and ask Master to grill them for us later!"
Bai Xingye’s brow furrowed with speechlessness.
He couldn’t help but say, "Just say you want to eat these mushrooms."
Bai Zhi’er nodded repeatedly: "I do!"
At this moment, Fang Youzhen, who was passing by, heard them and looked over, his heroic brows furrowing.
"Sister Zhi’er, these mushrooms are poisonous and can’t be eaten," Fang Youzhen came over and said.
Bai Zhi’er’s little face showed a hint of regret: "They’re so red and look like fruit, with plump umbrellas, yet can’t be eaten? What a pity!"
Fang Wushen laughed upon hearing this: "The pretty mushrooms in the mountains are mostly poisonous!"
"If you want to eat, I’ll look around later. I know of a plant that grows on rotten wood; you can pick it, wash it, and then grill it to eat."
Fang Youzhen glared at him: "Sister Zhi’er is delicate; don’t pick things for her carelessly."
Fang Wushen crossed his arms: "What’s there to worry about? I’ve been in the military camp with Father since I was a child; I know what’s poisonous and what’s not!"
He looked at Bai Zhi’er, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes smiling brightly.
"Rest assured, Sister Zhi’er, no matter what food it is, I’ll definitely test it for poison for you first!"
Bai Zhi’er’s watery eyes sparkled: "Thank you, Brother Wuxi!"
Bai Xingye listened to this person continuously call the little one sister and frowned unhappily.
He took Bai Zhi’er’s little hand and changed the subject: "Let’s go ahead, otherwise Master will surely think you’re lost."
After putting some distance between them and the Fang Brothers.
Bai Xingye muttered, "If you want to eat something, I can make it; there’s no need to ask another brother."
Bai Zhi’er tilted her head, very curious: "Sixth Brother can cook? Hmm, but usually in the Imperial Mansion, isn’t there always someone who cooks for you?"
Bai Xingye snorted: "This is something you wouldn’t understand; I can actually do more than you think."
When he’s sick, he messes around in various ways.
For example, he stirs chilled leftovers in his medicine pot in the courtyard.
This habit often gives Princess Consort Kang a headache.
In his temper, Bai Xingye would even invite the maids to taste his medicine dregs mixed with rice.
The maids all said it tasted good, so he thought, although the method is odd, the maids shouldn’t have lied to him, right?
He once tried a few bites himself, and it was okay.
So, to satisfy little Zhi’er’s appetite, just grilling some items shouldn’t be too hard.
Thinking of this, Bai Xingye confidently raised his chin.
"Just wait to enjoy the delicious food."