Bai Xilie walked forward holding Bai Zhi’er, with Feng Fuce and several Xiu Luo Envoys discreetly following with the Imperial Guard behind the father and daughter.
"Zhi’er, I’ll go to the Imperial Study Room to approve memorials in a while, and I’ll come to have dinner with you in the evening, okay?"
The little one was extremely obedient.
She blinked her bright big eyes: "Father, you don’t need to take me back to Ruizhu Palace, I’ll hold Sister Qingmei’s hand and walk there, you go read the memorials quickly!"
The little one was considerate of her father and didn’t want him to escort her.
Bai Xilie was deeply moved.
No matter how reluctant he was, he could only hand Bai Zhi’er over to Qingmei first.
Reading the memorials early meant he could accompany his daughter earlier.
Bai Xilie instructed Feng Fuce uneasily: "Marquis Wan, accompany the Princess back."
Feng Fuce nodded: "Okay."
The little one’s hand was being held by Qingmei.