"Brother? Bad brother?" Bai Zhi’er nudged him, testing the effect.
Feng Fuce remained motionless, his head leaning to one side.
Bai Zhi’er chuckled, "If you want to sleep, just sleep well, I’m going to see Sister Qingmei!"
Saying this, she took small steps and quickly ran out of Ruizhu Palace.
After she left, Feng Fuce suddenly opened his cold, black eyes.
This little rascal, indeed has some skills.
A playful glint appeared in his eyes, as if an ancient fierce god glanced at the world, carrying a chilling aura.
Outside the door of Ruizhu Palace, the Imperial Guard was strictly on duty.
To evade their watchful eyes wasn’t a difficult task for Bai Zhi’er.
The little rascal climbed up an artificial mountain next to the courtyard wall, and with some effort, she climbed over the wall and jumped away.
Following the palace road ahead, she unexpectedly encountered a patrol of Xiuluo Guard!
Bai Zhi’er hurriedly stopped.
Her big eyes anxiously looked around and quickly hid behind a large tree.
The leader of the Xiu Luo Envoy had already spotted the small feet peeking out from behind the tree.
Frowning, he was about to step forward to check.
But then he noticed at the corner of the palace road ahead, Feng Fuce stood there with his hands behind his back, waving at him.
The Xiu Luo Envoy cupped his hands and led his men to take another route and leave.
After a long while, Bai Zhi’er peeked out, blinking her big watery eyes at the now empty palace road.
Phew, that was close, luckily those Xiu Luo Envoy didn’t come over.
Bai Zhi’er pitter-pattered with her little feet, directly sprinting forward.
After she ran far away, Feng Fuce slowly walked out from the corner.
He watched the little rascal’s figure, gently raising an eyebrow.
"Does this little rascal know she’s taking a longer route?"
Forget it, can’t be bothered to intervene.
Feng Fuce once again raised his steps and followed.
If Bai Zhi’er wanted to see Qingmei, she first needed to find the Brocade Armor Shura Guard, but she had never been there.
The little rascal’s lively eyes darted around.
Seeing a column of Xiu Luo Envoy coming again, she didn’t hide this time.
Instead, she swaggered with her little feet to the opposite side.
The Xiu Luo Envoy quickly paid respects: "Princess."
Bai Zhi’er nodded, her little hand on her hip, her round, white face with a justified expression.
"How is Sister Qingmei? Brother Fu Ce told you to take me to see her!"
A few Xiu Luo Envoy froze, a look of suspicion on their faces.
Would the Marquis give such an order?
"But... I heard that the Emperor instructed the Marquis to guard the Princess to avoid contact with Qingmei."
Bai Zhi’er’s thick long lashes blinked: "I’ve already begged father, and Brother Fu Ce agreed, don’t delay, I can only see for a little while before I have to return."
The Xiu Luo Envoy were clearly a bit hesitant.
The Princess’s orders should be followed, but still, it was too strange.
Why wasn’t there a single Palace Attendant with the little princess?
On her skirt... there were even two streaks of mountain mud.
At this moment, the Xiu Luo Envoy looked up, seeming to see something, his expression changed.
After a moment, he lowered his head: "Please follow me this way, Your Highness."
Bai Zhi’er blinked, looked back, and saw only the empty palace road covered in a thin layer of white snow.
The little rascal followed them, openly entering the Brocade Armor Shura Guard.
For some reason, she had a sense of familiarity with this place, even though she’d never been here before.
The black eaves exuded a chill, the temperature here seemingly colder than outside.
The Xiu Luo Envoy led her into the dungeon, which was dark, damp, and cold.
"Your Highness, the Imperial Physician has just been here, and after examination, Qingmei’s arm has scratches from Si Zheng. For your safety, please do not approach the cell, just look from afar."
The Xiu Luo Envoy instructed her.