Bai Zhi’er knowingly widened her dewy black eyes.
Grandfather and Grandmother actually have such open minds!
They even intentionally arranged some ’trouble’ for Third Uncle.
The little girl pondered, puffing her rosy cheeks and nodding.
"Third Uncle’s life is quite smooth now. Aside from fearing Dad, he has almost no worries!"
Bai Xilie laughed heartily, his handsome features showing a doting affection for his daughter.
"This is how parents protect their children, just as Dad will protect Zhi’er. No matter how many thorns lie ahead, Dad will stand before Zhi’er, becoming a sturdy mountain for you."
Bai Zhi’er tilted her head, her eyes shining brightly.
"I also want to protect Dad!"
Just then, the plump cat Dahua suddenly grabbed the minced meat from another cat’s bowl and dashed off!
Bai Zhi’er was momentarily stunned but then lifted her little skirt, a charming pout on her pink face.
"Dahua! You’ve already eaten two bowls! Give back Little Hero’s food!" She started running with her tiny feet, ready to chase.
Though the tabby cat was chubby, it was quite agile.
It darted along the palace road, not pausing at all!
Watching his daughter chasing the kitten, Bai Xilie couldn’t stop smiling.
Feng Fuce happened to be passing by with some Xiu Luo Envoy members and also saw this scene.
Whenever the Emperor was with the Princess, he almost always wore a smile.
Feng Fuce paused slightly, raising an eyebrow at the little one resembling a milk bun, chasing the tabby cat like a gust of pink wind.
Bai Zhi’er tripped and fell to the ground with a "thud."
Luckily, she was fortunate enough to land on a pile of snow swept up by a Palace Attendant.
Otherwise, if her small face had hit the ground, her tender skin would surely have been scratched.
Bai Xilie was taken aback and hurried over: "Zhi’er, are you hurt anywhere?"
Bai Zhi’er’s rosy cheeks and little nose were covered in snow dust.
Her clear eyes were brimming with grievance, looking pitiable.
She half-lay on the ground, propping up her small body, and looked back at her emperor father who was hurriedly rushing over.
Feng Fuce pursed his lips, scoffing quietly: "She’s about to cry."
The Xiuluo Guard beside him was puzzled, still not understanding.
Over there, Bai Zhi’er suddenly burst into tears with a "waa."
Bai Xilie’s heart ached terribly.
He quickly picked up his daughter, the little one burying her head on her father’s shoulder, crying loudly.
Seeing the little one’s chubby face turning red from the fall,
Bai Xilie furrowed his thick brows, both comforting and walking back.
"Dear Zhi’er, don’t cry, don’t cry. Dad will have the Palace Attendant catch that tabby cat in a while."
Bai Zhi’er’s sobbing paused as she shook her head.
"No, it’s not Dahua’s fault, I just didn’t stand firm."
Her little sobbing voice was so tender: "Dad, my face hurts so much, can you blow on it?"
Bai Xilie quickly blew gently on her cheeks.
Bai Zhi’er’s watery red eyes made one’s heart melt.
Bai Xilie patiently soothed: "Zhi’er, don’t cry. After we return to the palace, Dad will have the Imperial Kitchen make something delicious."
The little one softly said: "Can they make a plate of sweet cake?"
"I’ll have them make two plates."
"Zhi’er loves Dad the most!" The little girl broke into a smile, her playful, childish voice echoing along the palace road.
Feng Fuce watched the father and daughter walking away.
He guessed that if Bai Xilie hadn’t been present earlier, Bai Zhi’er probably wouldn’t have cried.
He still remembered that last time in the Xiuluo Guard’s barracks, when Bai Zhi’er fell, she dusted herself off and stood up.
When Dad wasn’t there, she held back her tears.
When Dad was present, she cried until she hiccupped.