"I followed them and heard that they are planning to trade goods at Heir Ming Yang’s birthday banquet in two days."
"Judging by the tone, Prince Li Zheng and Duke Huan are very concerned about this batch of goods, so the issue should be here."
After Feng Fuce spoke, Bai Zhi’er propped her chin, appearing thoughtful.
She contemplated, "Prince Li Zheng actually plans to make a trade on his own son’s birthday; it seems there will be a lot of people then."
Feng Fuce nodded, "Seeing as it has nothing to do with Guoguo, we can disregard it."
Bai Zhi’er shook her head, "Guoguo has t with the Song family’s mbers, and now the entire Song family knows this young master has returned."
"If sothing happens to Duke Huan, it might implicate Guoguo, and I always feel that Duke Huan brought him back just to sacrifice him for sothing."
"I haven’t figured out exactly what, so on the day of the birthday banquet, we should follow along. Miss Song has already invited , so Brother Fu Ce, you should accompany ."
Feng Fuce pursed his thin lips, his dark eyes gazing at her indifferently, his eyebrows slightly raised.
So the little demon pet has no ti to go out with him alone again?
He couldn’t bear to reject her request and just nodded, "Alright."
In truth, Feng Fuce was losing patience with this group surrounding Duke Huan.
No matter what sches or plots mortals might have, if he’s truly displeased, he could summon countless demons and plunge the entire Qin Kingdom into the hellfire abyss.
But Bai Zhi’er certainly wouldn’t like that.
Moreover, she needs rit.
For the sake of her rit, Feng Fuce decided to be more patient.
The next day.
Duke Huan found another reason to take Guoguo and the others out again.
This ti, it was to have Guoguo accompany him in inspecting the Song Family’s businesses in the Capital.
Bai Xingye insisted on staying behind to keep Bai Zhi’er company.
"Yesterday, I accompanied him to the ancestral hall; now the Marquis should accompany him out."
"One at a ti makes it more fair." Bai Xingye looked at Feng Fuce and said.
Seeing Bai Zhi’er not object, Feng Fuce could only suppress his sigh and respond, "Alright then, tomorrow you’ll stay ho while I accompany her to enjoy the banquet."
With that, he left with Guoguo.
Bai Xingye frowned slightly, "Sister, are you not taking to the banquet?"
Bai Zhi’er chuckled, explaining, "Tomorrow, Brother Fu Ce and I will be accompanying Miss Song to attend Heir Ming Yang’s birthday banquet."
"Guoguo won’t go, so naturally, brother should stay and accompany him."
Bai Xingye was sowhat reluctant, wanting to follow Bai Zhi’er.
Yet before he could speak, Bai Zhi’er said, "Sixth Brother just ntioned that it’s fair to take turns, one by one!"
Now, Bai Xingye had nothing to refute.
No wonder Marquis Wan agreed so readily!
The morning sunlight was quite pleasant, Bai Zhi’er idly laid out paper on the table to practice calligraphy.
Her brother Bai Xingye lounged under the porch outside, leaning against the pillar to soak up the autumn sun.
After a while, a figure appeared at the courtyard gate.
Before she even entered, Bai Xingye had already heard the footsteps, his cold eyes opening sharply, turning his head to look.
It was Song Qingying, gracefully approaching. She softly asked, "Is Miss Jing inside?"
Bai Zhi’er pushed the window wide open, "Do you need sothing, Miss Song?"
Song Qingying pointed to the flower basket her maid was holding.
"Just went out for a walk in Xiang Valley and picked so fresh flowers, brought so to Ru’er, and I thought Miss Jing might also like them, so I brought a few."
Bai Zhi’er glanced at it and knew she wasn’t here just to deliver flowers.
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