After Bai Yaoyu bought the medicine, he returned to the mansion.
His fourth brother, Bai Daoyan, happened to be leaving the mansion.
Seeing Bai Yaoyu return, Bai Daoyan was quite surprised.
"Third Brother, why have you come home?" He glanced behind Bai Yaoyu, his expression becoming even more serious: "Where’s our sister? Did you leave her alone at the stall?"
Bai Yaoyu gave him a look: "Don’t speak nonsense. How could I possibly leave our sister alone? The goods sold out, and Marquis Wan took her back to the palace. Naturally, I returned."
"Sold out!?" Bai Daoyan was even more astonished.
As far as he knew, Bai Yaoyu had bought a substantial amount of potatoes at an extremely high price. They had been on sale for several days, yet hadn’t sold out.
Today, accompanied by their sister, they were out for just an hour, and it’s already sold out?
Bai Yaoyu saw the look of disbelief on his fourth brother’s face.
So he detailed the occurrences of the day to him while standing beside their sister, Bai Zhi’er.
Finally, Bai Yaoyu assured, "If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe that our sister Zhi’er could have such continuous good fortune."
"Rumors around town calling her unlucky are utter nonsense. If they knew about today’s events, I’m afraid they would want to invite Zhi’er back and worship her like a deity!"
Bai Daoyan nodded in agreement, muttering, "She really is quite remarkable."
Even more mystical than his Pixiu!
Thinking of this, the fourth son, Bai Daoyan, felt somewhat displeased.
"You just let Marquis Wan take her away? I intended to find you and treat our sister to a grand meal at a restaurant."
Bai Yaoyu chuckled, "You missed your chance. Now, the most reliable brother in our sister’s eyes is me, Bai Yaoyu."
The two brothers walked together, following the corridor towards the main courtyard.
Upon hearing this, Bai Daoyan teased, "If our eldest brother heard that, wouldn’t he give you trouble?"
Bai Yaoyu’s expression froze.
Their renowned eldest brother is the legitimate first son of their uncle, Bai Xuanmo.
With an eccentric temperament, difficult for people to approach, even Bai Yaoyu himself finds it challenging to deal with him.
After a moment of contemplation, Bai Yaoyu said, "From now on, whenever our eldest brother is present, you and I must protect Zhi’er. After all, with our eldest brother’s disposition, he might scare our little sister."
Bai Daoyan nodded, deeply agreeing.
Bai Zhi’er sat in the carriage with Feng Fuce.
The little one sat beside him, noticing the dark jade pendant hanging from Feng Fuce’s waist.
Curious, she reached out her small hand to play with it and take a closer look.
Feng Fuce turned his gaze to her for a moment, then suddenly said, "There’s a plate of cakes on the table."
Bai Zhi’er, following his direction, raised her head to take a glance.
Indeed, there was a plate of seasonal sweet cakes on the small table inside the carriage.
But the little one had just eaten and wasn’t hungry.
She lowered her head and continued playing with the jade pendant, her voice soft and sticky, "I’m not hungry."
"I’m hungry," Feng Fuce suddenly responded.
Bai Zhi’er raised her little face again, her big, bright eyes meeting his dark, cold gaze.
It took her a while to understand what Feng Fuce meant by saying that to her.
"If you’re hungry, then eat. I won’t eat even a piece. Brother Fuce, the whole plate of cakes is yours; don’t hesitate!"
The little one’s attitude was good, showing a very considerate demeanor.
Looking at her, under the lace of her long lashes, her dark eyes seemed like tinted water.
Feng Fuce slightly parted his lips as if wanting to say something.
But Bai Zhi’er, with her head tilted, stared at him with an innocent and confused look.
Feng Fuce furrowed his brow, withdrew his gaze, and leaned back against the carriage wall once more.
The words "feed me," he couldn’t bring himself to say.
He originally wanted to confirm if it was only when the little one handed something over that it possessed spiritual power.
For now, Feng Fuce decided to let it be.