Aunt Su Yinling nodded, "Yes, your mother can do anything. She’s the person I admire most."
"In her hands, any inconspicuous item can be turned into treasure. This vegetable cake, she taught me how to make it."
After she finished speaking, she noticed a bit of crumbs on Bai Zhi’er’s cheek, and gently wiped it off with her thumb.
Su Yinling smiled and asked, "Zhi’er just woke up, yes? What are you going to do this afternoon?"
Bai Zhi’er answered softly, "I’m going to read, I have to go to the academy tomorrow!"
Su Yinling reached out and tidied her clothes a bit, "Alright, I won’t disturb you then."
She packed up the food box and politely nodded to Qingmei and several palace attendants before taking her leave.
After Su Yinling left, Qingmei couldn’t help but ask Bai Zhi’er, "Princess, do you Su Yinling?"
The little girl blinked her big dark eyes, "Hmm, for now she doesn’t seem annoying, and she can make the same cakes as mom!" Chapters fırst released on novel-fire.ɴet
Qingmei furrowed her thin brows, "She’s nice, but there’s something about her that feels a bit odd, though I can’t quite say what."
"I heard she had an arranged marriage before, why did she come to the palace too? It’s strange."
Bai Zhi’er, full of innocence on her little face, said, "Maybe it’s to take better care of Grandpa Su, I guess?"
With Bai Xilie’s previous reminder, Feng Fuce indeed began to take charge of escorting Bai Zhi’er to the academy.
In the evening after school, Feng Fuce held the little one’s hand.
Bai Zhi’er moved her little feet, feeling very happy.
"Brother Ce, today in class, the teacher praised me again!"
The young man raised his eyebrows, "Praised you for what?"
Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly, "Praised for how well I write."
Feng Fuce paused and recalled.
Back when the little one would visit him for oranges every now and then, her writing in the snow was all crooked, yet she called it pretty?
Thinking of this, the youth couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
As they spoke, he had already brought Bai Zhi’er to the entrance of Ruizhu Palace.
Unexpectedly, the two of them saw a figure pacing back and forth.
"Aunt Yinling?" Bai Zhi’er called out in her small voice.
Su Yinling, holding some things, turned at the words and immediately flashed a gentle smile.
"Zhi’er." She hurried over.
When Su Yinling saw Feng Fuce, though not knowing his identity, she still greeted him respectfully.
Bai Zhi’er asked softly, "Why isn’t Aunt Yinling going inside the palace?"
Su Yinling laughed, "Without Zhi’er inside, it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to enter."
Feng Fuce’s expression remained calm, his cold eyes listening to her speak.
Su Yinling then unwrapped the bundle in her arms, revealing a long soft pillow.
"Yesterday when you woke up from your nap, Zhi’er, you had marks on your face. I guessed it might be the pillowcase’s material being uneven."
"So today, I specifically went to the Imperial Affairs Bureau to get some materials. In this soft pillow, I added some buckwheat hulls, so it won’t press on your face. You should find it comfortable to sleep on."
She handed the pillow to Bai Zhi’er.
The little one blinked innocently, "Aunt Yinling made a pillow for me? Thank you!"
She reached out her small hand, hugging the pillow to her chest; it was indeed soft and had a fragrant buckwheat smell.
Su Yinling smiled, "Why thank me, that’s being too formal. Your mother helped me a lot back then, so it’s only right that I take care of you."
This time, she didn’t linger much, only saying a few words before bidding Bai Zhi’er farewell.
Before leaving, Su Yinling bowed to Feng Fuce in respect before departing.