Song Qingrui was referring to Feng Fuce.
Bai Zhi’er pressed her brow.
Song Qingrui explained, "The reason for not supporting the other one is because when you look at him, his gaze lacks the intensity that the cool-faced gentleman has when he looks at you."
When Feng Fuce’s gaze followed Bai Zhi’er, the emotions within it were not evident in Bai Xingye’s eyes.
If Song Qingrui knew that one was Brother, the other was Marquis, she would understand.
But hearing this, Bai Zhi’er was taken aback.
She involuntarily blinked her long eyelashes.
Brother Fu Ce’s gaze... intense?
Finally free from Song Qingrui’s gossip, Bai Zhi’er returned to her room.
Guoguo and Bai Xingye were no longer in the room.
Only Feng Fuce remained.
Upon seeing Bai Zhi’er return, Feng Fuce put down his book and said, "The Sixth Prince accompanied Guoguo to the family hall."
Bai Zhi’er’s playful face showed a mont of surprise: "Why go again?"
Feng Fuce nodded: "Duke Huan still wishes for Guoguo to acknowledge his ancestors and be recorded in the family genealogy."
"But this ti they won’t let go," his tone was calm: "Said they’re afraid I’ll smash the table again."
Bai Zhi’er burst out laughing.
Her eyes were bright and jet-black, glimring like crushed stars.
So Feng Fuce earnestly looked into her eyes and calmly said, "So today, I can accompany you all day."
"Since arriving in Great Qin, you’ve always been worrying about Guoguo, and I haven’t had the chance to take you out. After lunch, shall we go out for a walk?"
Bai Zhi’er sat across from him, propped her chin up and said, "But where do we have money?"
Fourth Brother’s silver can’t be spent.
Otherwise, if anyone investigates the source of our silver, they’ll discover her relationship with Bai Daoyan.
Feng Fuce magically conjured a heavy silver pouch and tossed it onto the table.
"I’ll take care of you," he said calmly, as if he was saying the most ordinary thing.
Bai Zhi’er’s eyes widened.
She opened the silver pouch, and inside were pieces of gold.
"Wow, where did it co from?"
"From the Demon World, there’s a mountain of gold and silver, whichever mountain you like, I’ll bring it out for you." Feng Fuce sipped tea, his deep eyes always watching Bai Zhi’er.
He anticipated the joyful smile on the Little Demon Pet’s face.
In Feng Fuce’s eyes, she was like a cute little hamster, clutching its favorite sunflower seeds.
Bai Zhi’er indeed revealed a happy sweet smile.
But she pushed the silver pouch back.
"I have sothing that doesn’t require spending money, yet can take a walk outside. Would Brother Fu Ce like to co with ?"
Feng Fuce put down his teacup, raised his eyebrows, "Wherever you say, I’ll be there."
Thus, an hour and a half later, tranquility reigned at noon.
Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er, following Song Qingrui’s reminder, waited in an inconspicuous alley near the back door.
To be discreet, Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce had specially changed into inconspicuous black clothes.
Bai Zhi’er hid most of her body behind a wall, peeking towards the back door of Duke Huan Mansion.
"Song Qingrui said that after every noon, the servant nad Yu Sai would co out. How co after waiting for so long, there’s no movent? Could it be that we arrived late?"
Feng Fuce leaned against the wall, his handso, profound brows calm and composed.
"It’s not ti yet."
Soon enough, proving him right, a servant ca out of the back door, looked around twice, then led a horse out, mounted it, and left.
Bai Zhi’er saw him ride away and quickly said, "Let’s chase after him."
"As you command, Princess." Feng Fuce’s cold, pleasant voice echoed.
Before Bai Zhi’er could react to what he’d called her, Feng Fuce already had his arm around her waist, and in the blink of an eye, they were soaring through the clouds.
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